What Memories are Made of.
Q and his Daddy have been going to junior hockey games in the area lately. It's an inexpensive evening, a bonding experience for the two of them, and they get to watch something they enjoy together. The other night we were lying in bed, talking about our day and I said to Q...
Me: You know, this is what memories are made of. When you're an adult, you will have memories of you and Daddy going to hockey games, cheering together. You'll tell your children about the times you spent with Daddy.
Q: Ya, but you and me...we don't go to hockey games.
Me: No that's true, we don't. That's more of a Daddy/Q thing to do. But we have other things that we do together that make memories.
Q: Like what?
After I reminded him of all the different things that we do together, at least I felt a little better...