Today, I experienced this game first hand.
My dad's birthday was coming up so we decided to pack the car and head down for a quick visit to celebrate with him. It just so happened that Amy had an appointment to get her hair cut in a town between here and there, so while she spent 90 minutes at the hair place (that's what they're called, right?), I took the kids and headed to the nearby outlet mall. We stopped in at the book store and the toy store with the understanding that we were there just to look. I guess I understood that but the other three took a little convincing.
Looking at the toys upon toys upon toys, I was reminded of the complete joy and fascination that can overtake a kid as they go up and down the aisles of a toy store. Thanks to my kids for the reminder of how fun that can be. :)
With about 45 minutes left before Amy would be finished, we stopped by the play area in the center of the outlet mall. The breeze was blowing, the sun was shining, and the kids were happy. I was feeling pretty content as I sat down on the park bench to watch them play.
As an avid people watcher, I started looking around at the other families who were there. There was the mom with her young son and the baby she was breast feeding. The mom and the grandma with the little boy and girl. The other mom with the girls that were probably too young to be climbing around as freely as they were.
Then there was me. The bearded guy in sunglasses.
One of these things was not like the others. I cannot breast feed a baby.
Either way, we headed out, picked up Amy, and finished our drive to my dad's house. The kids were thrilled as always to see Poppy and couldn't wait to hit the swings in his back yard.
Man, I love being back home.
The Summer of Tim continues...