Feb
2
Santa, Disappointment and Raising Kids...
He gazed at me with a look of contempt that pierced through me from across the dinner table; sort of like the look that Superman gives Batman when he realizes The Caped Crusader is gunning for him in Superman vs. Batman, before he tosses him around like a ragdoll.
"You ruined my imagination, Dad!" he exclaimed disgustingly, as a child who came to grips with a reality that he was already suspecting but wasn't ready to accept.
"What are you talking about?" I asked perplexed. Everyone at the table, my wife, daughters, brother and sister-in-law, took notice.
"The text!" he said looking at me disapprovingly.
"What text?" I honestly didn't know what he was referring to.
"The text you sent Mommy!"
Then everyone realized.
"You ruined my imagination, Dad!" he exclaimed disgustingly, as a child who came to grips with a reality that he was already suspecting but wasn't ready to accept.
"What are you talking about?" I asked perplexed. Everyone at the table, my wife, daughters, brother and sister-in-law, took notice.
"The text!" he said looking at me disapprovingly.
"What text?" I honestly didn't know what he was referring to.
"The text you sent Mommy!"
Then everyone realized.
