Daddy's Day

Yesterday was Family Day in Ontario so we all had the day off and a government mandate to spend time with our children. Now normally this would be about the kids and we'd go swimming or to the movies or to their favourite restaurant. But we had taken them swimming the day before and while I had promised them dinner at The Rainforest Cafe, that left the rest of the day to fill up with family activities.

That's when G mentioned that he'd like to go to the Car Show. Now I'll confess that going to the Car Show is about as exciting to me as spending the day at The Home Depot -- I'm sure to be bored, have sore feet, be forced to spend the day feigning interest in things I really couldn't care less about and generally wish I was just about anywhere else, preferably by myself.

But G is a good guy and to be honest, 99% of the time we drag him places he doesn't want to go and he never complains because for him, it's almost always worth it to spend time with his family. So yesterday we all went to the car show.

Since we were going to be hitting The Rainforest Cafe for supper we opted to park at Yordale and take the subway into Union. Sarah and Chloe were so excited they laughed with giddy glee the whole ride in. Once at Union we took the Skywalk to the Air Canada Centre and I confess, I was quite impressed by the beauty of it. As I've said before, I tend to avoid the city so I've never been through the Skywalk before. It's a large glass enclosure that's really quite stunning and even I was pressing my nose against the glass to see the CN Tower.

Then we joined the masses of people - mostly men; the fun thing about the car show is that's it's the one mass gathering of people where you don't have to worry about the long line ups in the woman's washrooms -- and proceeded to pretend to drive about 50 different cars. I sat in a Jaguar and the girls sat in a race car, they both posed on top of a big BMW motorcycle and G shook his head often muttering about "stupid design." Hey, that's what you get when you marry a German engineer.

Was I bored? Yes though not as bad as I'd worried. Was I tired? Yes but to be honest, most of the walking we did was to get to the car show and not actually at the car show itself. Was I glad I went? You betcha. My G thanked me about a dozen times for coming and I always answered with the same refrain: "Of course we came, it's Daddy's Day too."