Every morning I see Fintan up and about. He is the second earliest riser in the family, needing to do so, to get ready for school. I am the earliest.
Every morning he asks me the same question, perhaps hoping for a different answer, as I stand by the door saying goodbye:
"Where are you going Daddy?"
"To work." I say, ritually.
Today, Fintan's response was a little different. "Again?" He cried, aghast. It was as if his tone had said: haven't you done that already?
There was no reply to that. After all, he had fully captured how I sometimes feel!
I left for work. Again.
Out of the mouths of babes.
ReplyDeletePam
lol... i wonder.. what if you respond to him differently.. teasing him but actually you are leaving for work.. again...
ReplyDeleteI think the daily ritual is quite touching...in a way. But I might see what happens if I do something different, yes.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes