One should never assume that their children’s suggestions make sense.
For a change, we got Sam to football practice with time to spare even though there was some kind of traffic screw-up and the 24 turned after Palmovka to go across Libensky Most, so we had to get out there and walk around the corner and then we saw the huge crowd waiting for trams to Stejskalova, Bulovka, Kobylisy and points beyond. We decided to walk from there (well, I decided and Sam was enthusiastic and it was all the same to Isabel, she just sits in the stroller and takes it all in stride, such a lazy little princess) because it really isn’t that far.
So, when we got to the corner, Sam ran ahead to the field while Isabel and I went to buy drinks: 1 iced tea for Sam because it’s football practice and he has to bring something and all the other kids get that and it’s not a huge expense, and then one for Isabel because you can’t get something for Sam and not for Isabel or she’ll scream until you give in, which you will, so there’s no point in putting it off and the last place I want to make a parental stand is in the middle of the crowded VietNamese grocery store, but suddenly it seems like a lot more money.
Anyway, we walk up to the field, Isabel had had one drink or two of hers (I usually get most of it, but it’s hers and deference must be paid) I saw Sam and was going to walk up to the gate which is at the other end of the field and back down to give him his drink but he ran up and said “Just throw it over the fence, Daddy!”
One should never assume that their children’s suggestions make sense.
It landed on the spongy orange track and started fizzing like crazy. Fortunately, I guess, the plastic bottle didn’t actually break, but there was a rip in the seam at the bottom, so it was possible to hold the bottle upside down and drink from the bottom but I didn’t want him doing that and making a godawful mess all the way through practice, so I offered him Isabel’s bottle and Isabel screamed like hell. I had to promise her another one, but fortunately she forgot about that. She rather enjoyed drinking it from the bottom, the adventure and novelty, and then she forgot about it on the way to the playground while I surreptitiously dropped it in the garbage can.
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