Imagine with me, that there’s a movie that you want to see, a dream of a story that is finally told well enough to make you proud to have ever worn a shirt, under your shirt, and felt that you could rip off your disguise and fly into the sky!
Imagine that you go to this movie, and it’s nearly everything you had hoped for, and much more than you expected. Imagine that you knew, taking children with you, that you had to prepare. You take them all to the restroom before the show stars… twice! Just in case.
Now, imagine that you’re deep into the movie, by your guess and by the way the action has began to peak it only has about ten minutes left. With your find tuned imagination, imagine that your fantasy is now disrupted by a tug on the arm, a little tug and a frantic voice “Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom!!”
“Can you please hold it for just a minute??” I plead!!! While watching, filled with dread at her seated potty dance.
That’s how the story ends, I know some things for sure… I know the good guy wins, and their epic battle was probably very epic. I also know that my daughter seemed very relieved to have a break at that time and probably couldn’t have waited ten minutes longer.
Once upon a time, we took a walk through a nature path next to a resort. (Not really a resort we were staying in, but I had stayed there once, so it counted) And my daughter can now read… so she read a sign that said “Bats” Which is as far as she read before she got this precious, anxious, look.
I had to explain, “No Love, they only come out at night, and you don’t need to worry about them, let’s read the rest of the sign.”
My job as a Father is to protect and provide for my children… but there are some things I cannot protect them from, especially themselves.
It’s funny to see how one feeds on the other.
“Here” I suggest, innocently. “It’s Tabasco sauce, it’s very hot. Do you want to try something with three drops on it?”
Here is where my oldest had a good opportunity to show me that he’s above boy bravado… his brother watched… and perhaps they fed on each other. But the next thing you know, he’s got three drops on a steak fry.
“My turn!” His younger brother said AFTER seeing the older one gasp for breath. Then, to prove he was more tough, he did 17 drops.
“I will not be outdone!” My oldest replied as my younger boy gasped and spluttered about how his mouth burned and hurt.
Not before too long, they were both coughing and spluttering with mouths that were “on fire!” But they would not be outdone. The girls each tried one drop and figured “that’s enough, it’s tasty, but too hot.” When asked why I wouldn’t try any, I simply said “It’s hot. I only put it on certain foods.”
I didn’t include the “after” pictures, where they’re grinning and laughing with each other. But, just so you know, it all ended well and they lived happily ever after.