real world fun

i left work and rushed to get to the chop's school.

"c'mon baby. grab your things, let's hurry!

i want to see the lighting of the monument tonight!"

but, mama, i want to go home and play on the computer.

wait. what?

"there is REAL fun to be had.

there's a real live world out there, 

with fireworks,

and cotton candy,

and singers,

and thousands of christmas lights!

much more fun than the fake world of a

game on the computer..."

i don't want to go.

can't we do it next day?

"it is only tonight.

and only once a year.

and did i mention pizza?"

no. i don't want to go.

"i do. i really want to go."

*sigh*

i wanted to say, "LET'S LIVE!"

i wanted to tell him that tomorrow isn't promised.

that we need to get out and breathe the fresh air.

that life is short so we should enjoy the loveliness of a 

rare, warm, december night.

that we should eat cinnamon pastry and drink chocolate milk for dinner

and take in the magic of this city of charm.

but i didn't. 

because he is only six, after all.

ok. i'll go because you really want to. 

but i want to play a game when we get home.

we walked the whole way there.

and there may have even been one or three christmas songs sung along the way.

"mama, look! i'm a newspaper box!"

and it was worth the wait.

and a beautiful night for a walk (almost) home.

last view before we hopped in to a taxi cab.