Father's Day

The portable DVD player played an important role in this year's Father's Day.

The Boy and I went to visit my parents for the weekend (and my sister and her boys), unfortunately leaving Mamma behind to work her early morning shifts. The trip to the Valley is an hour and a half by car. It used to be shorter, but then the gas prices went up and to conserve gas, I don't drive so fast anymore. Since I've strarted driving the speed limit, I've been very interested to see the number of cars that line up impatiently behind me in the no-passing zone.

On Sunday morning the Boy presented me with my father's day present. It was a Titletist golf ball, an NXT Tour, one of my favourite brands. The ball was dirty and scuffed. "Where did you get this?" I asked him. 

"I went shopping," he replied smartly. I laughed and he fessed up about having found it yesterday in the woods when we were playing with Poppa and looking for one of my wayward shots.

The rest of my cards and prizes were at home waiting for us to get back. All but one.

It was over 30 degrees Celsius both days we were there. My parents have an above-ground pool behind the house and I had just come back from a run. The Boy and I were alone in the pool, everyone else having gone to church. I was having my own spiritual moment with the Boy, holding him in the water. Just the two of us hugging each other. It was the best part of the weekend. 

A few minutes later, the Boy was out warming himself on the deck as I wandered some more around the pool. I was starting to think about the drive home.

"What movie do you want to watch on the way home? Do you want to finish watching The Incredibles or do you want to watch the Thomas the Tank Engine movie?"

"Ummmm, The Incredibles," he said.

"Yeah. That's a good movie, isn't it. It's one of my favourite movies ever."

"Why?" the Boy wanted to know.

"Well, it's a good story and it's funny and it's just really fun to watch."

"What's your favourite part?"

Hmmm, I thought. What is my favourite part? I started to run the movie in my head waiting a moment to see what scene would jump out at me as my favourite.

"You know what my favourite part is?" asked the Boy.

I thought about the scene where Dash is whippity-whapping the bad guy in the face, speedy punches just before the flying machine crashes into the cliff. For some reason, I thought this was going to be what he said was his favourite part, but instead of pre-judging him, I said, "No, what?"

"Watching it with you," he said and my Father's Day was made.