{celebrating a decade of learning to write in front of an audience}

Seasons

Niall:  Daddy, what time of the year is it?

Joshua:  You mean, what season is it?

Niall:  Yes.

Joshua:  It’s winter.

Niall:  [visibly upset:]  Again?!  It was winter before!  The twenty-nine days of January have passed!

(Poor little guy.  He has expressed to me worry that it won’t ever get to be summer, that he will not get a chance to go in the pool ever again, and said to Jenn he’s worried he won’t get to go see another football [i.e., MLS soccer] match with Daddy if winter doesn’t end.)



3 Responses to “Seasons”

  1. Moog Says:

    Even sadder when you realize that in 50 years he will have to stop and think, “What season is it?” because they’ll go whizzing by so fast he won’t be able to keep up!

  2. Dad Says:

    The RIGHT answer is that it’s basketball season…and we don’t swim during basketball season.  Next will be baseball season and that’s the time we swim.  Then soccer season and we can swim during the first part of soccer season and go to matches with daddy.  Then it’s football season…another time when we don’t swim.

    Clear as mud to me…

  3. Joshua (Site Owner) Says:

    Except that in the United States, we go against the rest of the world (surprised?) and run our soccer season from April through October.  Which means our leagues don’t have time off during international competitions.  Weird.

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