The 3-year-old drew this picture today. He tells me it's Owlette from PJ Masks. The likeness is uncanny. I think I have a prodigy on my hands.
In this 275th episode, Mike and his 3-year-old son play and discuss his ten favourite songs. This episode is exactly 32:56.
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Despite my best efforts, my oldest never took to baseball. I knew I was in trouble during the pennant race of 2015 when he chose to watch a preseason Leafs game over a Jays game against the Yankees. He just doesn't love baseball the way I do.
In his 15 summers of life, he's probably seen about 15 games at the dome. He was there with me in 2008 when Gregg Zaun hit a walk-off grand slam, he was there last Thursday when Steve Pearce hit a walk-off grand slam and he was there today when Steve Pearce did it yet again.
In case you think walk-off grand slams are common in Blue Jays history, let me tell you there have been exactly three since my son was born. There have only ever been four, the first being a 1988 walk-off by George Bell. Somehow, against all odds, my son has seen all three Blue Jays walk-off grand slams in his lifetime.
And he's done so by only attending about 15 games. Whip out your calculators and figure out the odds on that one. It hurts my brain to think about it.
My oldest daughter turned 13 today. She wanted to start the day before dawn with a short ride to the waterfront to watch the sun rise.
We got up at 5:30 am and watched the sun come up. It was spectacular, and I took some great pics.
Here's a few of them.
Here's a fun fact that gets less fun the more you think about it. Last night, I attended the very first concert at Budweiser Stage. That's pretty cool until you realize it's the same ol' amphitheatre you've been to dozens of time with fresh paint and a new name.
I was there with my oldest daughter to see Chance the Rapper. The last time I took her to a show, it was Selena Gomez, and the crowd was so young there were plenty of parental units in the crowd. This time, it was 99% high school and university students and I was the unicorn. For fun, we tried to find another person on the lawns who looked like they were over the age of 30. We struck out.
My oldest two kids have been playing Chance the Rapper around the house for years, but it wasn't until last night that I realized how many of his songs I knew. It was fantastic with the most positive vibe I've ever experienced at a concert. When the skies really opened up around 10:45pm and the lightning became more frequent we were played out with Blessings 2 and Michelle and I bolted for the bikes.
As we biked west on an empty Martin Goodman Trail, soaking wet and full of song, it was the absolute best feeling. What an amazing night.
My daughter is a typical teenager, only she doesn't turn thirteen for another three months. She had been urging me to watch 13 Reasons Why on Netflix because she wanted to talk about it. I had my marching orders, so I dove in.
Initially, I treated the task as if it were homework. There are thirteen episodes, each about an hour, so this was going to take some time. I only really have two or three hours a night for television, depending on the night, and I wasn't going to miss a Maple Leaf or Raptors playoff game. So my wife and I started watching an episode or two a night, a significant time investment.
13 Reasons Why was not written and produced for guys in their forties, so it was tough sledding at first. It employs this trick I hate where something happens and then it's revealed the character was just imagining it. I didn't like it when I saw it on The Sopranos and I don't like it when they do it on 13 Reasons Why. I never disliked the show, but I'm not certain I liked it. But it was homework, so I soldiered on.
Then, almost by surprise, I found myself invested in the characters. It got heavier and heavier and by episode nine I was completely hooked. There was no longer any doubt. I was enjoying this show and looking forward to each episode.
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Last week, I had CBC's Here and Now on while I worked. Someone from the school board was on talking about concerns they had about how this series treated suicide. Remember, the only reason I invested 13 hours in this program is because my 12.75 year old daughter watched the series and asked me to do the same so we could talk about it. I have four children, which actually gives me four reasons to watch. Here are my thoughts on this recent controversy...
Suicide is not glorified in any way. In fact, you not only see a promising young life cut short but you see the many people who suffer in the wake. Initially I thought the counsellor at the school was being blamed unfairly, but upon further reflection, I think it's a great catalyst for conversation.
And that's precisely what I love about this series. It's thirteen tremendous catalysts for conversations between parents and our children. My oldest daughter and I have been conversing about Hannah's suicide and her cassette tapes all week, and there's more discussions to be had.
It's this conversation that's so important. It's not whether Hannah was being vindictive or putting unfair blame on the school counsellor, it's about communication and knowing when to ask for help and how to spot someone in trouble. It gets heavy, as does life. Being a teenager can be awfully shitty and sometimes we forget that.
My homework assignment morphed into a thought provoking bonding experience between me and my daughter. That's as rewarding as television gets.
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