The Boy, yesterday, dinner table, upon hearing that Smiley's Person Himself is looking into taking his progeny on a trip to Hawaii later this summer: "Mom's going to Hawaii!"
The Girl: "Yeah, she told us!"
The Boy (suddenly crestfallen): "But she's going the same day that my play is." [The Boy got the Lead in the Big 4th Grade Play, which he was beside himself proud about.]
The Boy, upon seeing the dark cloud pass across my face: "But she said don't worry, because it doesn't mean she's a bad mother or anything, but she already paid for her ticket and it's really expensive and anyway the school is going to make a DVD of it so she can watch it -- she said she would! So that's okay. Right, Daddy?"
I smiled and assured him it was A-OK.
But when I was alone in my office....
Okay, okay; I've done all the strength and compassion bullsh*t. When do I get to just plain hate this....thing?
