June 20, 2005
Peas in a pod
When I got home tonight, the two of you were sacked out on the couch, just like this, watching Buffy. Lucky for you, it was Buffy series one, so you're watching it from the start. I don't know if you'll think that Buffy is cool (you're going to have to stop watching it sooner or later, it's a bit scary) or if you'll reserve the faint derision for it that I feel for many of the entertainment options that were available before I was born. Sure, I think, that's a cool movie, but it would have been better if it wasn't in black and white, and haven't they ever heard of CGI?
This is, of course, sidetracking us from the real issue. The real issue is that I got home tonight, and you were there, snuggled up on the couch with your mum, watching Buffy. That I got home, and the two of you looked so content and so complete that I didn't know where I fitted in. That I felt like, by being at work, I had missed out on everything that the two of you shared during the day. Again, I know this is poppycock, but there you go.
I reserve the right to redress this balance at a later date, by teaching you to do things that your mother disapproves of.
No, I won't show you how to make a flamethrower, or a potato gun. Ask one of your grandfathers.