If there is one thing we can be sure of, it's the fact that *Mila* names every park we have ever been to. There is Dinosaur Park, Panda Bear Park, Alligator Park, Birdie Park, and let's not forget Popsicle Park. Popsicle Park does not have a playground, but it has Popsicles. And then there is "one close to Daddy's work". Um, would that be downtown Toronto? I don't know that one. Well, it turns out that *Mila* is under the impression that her Dad goes underground every morning and works in a hole under the train tracks with his shirt and tie. Yep. That's where all good office workers go. We send them down underground into a cold dark hole to fester with their Blackberries and laptops. We've been through it a hundred and ninety seven times this month: "Dad works in Toronto. Not at the GO station." Is that why when the train pulls up she's all "Where's Dad? There he is." The first bald guy out of the station is ALWAYS her Dad! Next time let's make sure Daddy pays attention to us too and doesn't get in an identical car with a middle-aged man again.
signed, the willow
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