Friday, July 23, 2010
This is the First Time I'm Leaving You
Youngest and Pete are headed off to Kansas City tomorrow to see a match between the greatest football team ever and some American soccer team from Kansas City.
[Please note that whenever I use the term "football," it means the real sport, not that Americanized bastardized version of the proper English sport of rugby. I use the term "soccer" only with regard to American players and teams. I do so at the behest of my die-hard, football-playing Youngest. It is with great disappointment that he has to play on a youth "soccer" team by virtue of the cruel twist of fate that had his British dad hooking up with an American mom who plans to stay in the lovely clime of Northern California rather than move to England. You do know that "England" is Latin for "Land of the Pasty White People," yes?]
It is just the two of them going. Eldest was invited, but he declined, primarily because Youngest was going. Ahem.
Youngest got a bit weepy this morning as we went for our morning walk with Corrie the Wonder Mutt, she of the tumor-less tush.
"I'm really going to miss you. This is the first time I'm leaving you," he said.
And it is. It is the first time. And now I'm a bit weepy recognizing that the second time and third time and fourth time and 100th time will come far sooner rather than later.
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