Owen says Nancy, my mom showed me your story about my goals. Big smile. Slight blush to cheeks. But that was not my first set of goals- I threw out the first one.
What did it say?
I want to make it through puberty.
Owen says Nancy, my mom showed me your story about my goals. Big smile. Slight blush to cheeks. But that was not my first set of goals- I threw out the first one.
What did it say?
I want to make it through puberty.
My other cousin, Sarah, is a classic obstinate Macdonald.
20 years ago she came to Toronto for a visit and my dad offered to take her out for lunch.
She had been a vegan vegetarian for several years but my dad still took her to Harvey’s for lunch.
My cousin, AJ, offers this story and although I don’t remember it, it was classically my dad. He would barter in the shops on Bloor St (Dad, these are not the beaches of Mexico), verbally wrestle a waiter who he felt was overcharging, he practically invented carrot on the stick parenting and all of it was for sport not necessarily outcome.