I am in a reflective mood tonight sitting at a table at the McDonalds on Stavanger Drive sipping in a coffee waiting for Conor to finish is hip-hop dance lessons.
I used to spend a lot of time at this MacDonalds. The play centre was a godsend. I would bring the boys up here and they would climb for an hour while I read a book or caught up on work.
Seems strange to be sitting here on my own tapping my feet to Madonna's Santa Baby.
There are a bunch of tired looking parents here watching their kids play while they take a break. I can so relate. In some ways it makes me sad, back than the we were their world. The biggest disagreement was wanting Orange juice over Milk! I was not a taxi driver and diapers were cheaper than Hockey & Shallaway.
Which reminds me, Aidan has to picked up soon from the Sheraton. He looked some dapper and handsome in his tux and bow-tie going out the door to perform at the Red Cross Humanitarian of The year Award Banquet. He asked me the other day why he gets more stuff on Santas Birthday than on his own?
I think I will wait for my favorite Christmas tune of all. - Johnny Cash's Little Drummer Boy to finish before walking down to grab Conor.
I love the life we had and have here on the rock.
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