I’ve got a seven and a half hour drive ahead of me today so I can see my son make his acting debut tonight at his school at 1900. In an adaptation of Beatrix Potters’ Peter Rabbit, he will stun the theater world with his definitive portrayal of Peter’s erstwhile brother Flopsy!
I don’t want to think what it says about a man who’s willing to spend nearly $350 dollars on gas, tolls, food, lodging and incidentals so I can see Skirmie (my son) forget his lines with 14 other like-minded second graders, sit next to his ex-wife (Grrrr.) through the performance, burn four days of valuable vacation time and, in general, fawn over a kid attempting to make up for my recent foray into the Gulf Stream.