The other day my wife Rachelle and I took our son Jones to the Royal Ontario Museum.<\/p>\n
It was a pretty busy day, and in almost no time at all I found myself separated from Rachelle and Jones. These are the texts from my wife that followed:<\/p>\n
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Rachelle: Where are you?<\/p>\n
Rachelle: The Bat Cave?! That sounds dramatic!!<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Really? That’s weird!<\/p>\n
Rachelle: I thought it would have something to do with Batman, too. Maybe a tribute to Adam West or something.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Adam West.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: He just died.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: He was the original Batman.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n Rachelle: No, Michael Keaton was not the original batman.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Rachelle: Thought for sure you’d know that.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Well, because you’re seasoned.<\/p>\n Rachelle: That’s not an insult.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Seasoned things are delicious.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Like Ikea meatballs.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Rachelle: I still can’t believe you ate 19 of them that one day .<\/p>\n Rachelle: Yes, it was very impressive, very alpha male.<\/p>\n Rachelle: However, if you’d pushed through to 20 it would have been even more alpha, I think.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Just saying.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Where are we? How nice of you to ask!<\/p>\n Rachelle: We’re in the kid’s play area, right near the tepee.<\/p>\n Rachelle: I have discovered that medieval headgear is really heavy!<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Rachelle: What have you learned in the bat cave besides the fact that Michael Keaton was not the original Batman?<\/p>\n Rachelle: And beside the fact that you’re old.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Bats eat mice like you eat meatballs.<\/p>\n <\/a> Rachelle: Sorry?<\/p>\n Rachelle: Why don’t you want Jones in the tepee?<\/p>\n Rachelle: Cultural appropriation?<\/p>\n Rachelle: No, I don’t hate my First Nation’s brothers and sisters.<\/p>\n Rachelle: The tepee was just a nice, quiet spot for Jones to sit and colour for a bit, that’s all.<\/p>\n Rachelle: I mean, it is expressly there for the kid’s to use!<\/p>\n Rachelle: You don’t know what the Great Spirit wanted! Perhaps that’s exactly what the Great Spirit wished for!<\/p>\n Rachelle: Lord, you have to spend less time on Twitter.<\/p>\n Rachelle: I swear, people should have to take a test before they get on that thing–like kids having to be a certain height before going on a ride.<\/p>\n Rachelle: I’m sorry Pickle, but you’re just too suggestible.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Last week you were insisting the Russians were cyborgs.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Regardless, it’s not a “cultural appropriation” tepee, but more of a “spirit guide” tepee.<\/p>\n Rachelle: I had a vision when I was in there.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Of Justin Trudeau.<\/p>\n Rachelle: He was dressed in his tepee denims and smelled of pine needles.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Rachelle: Shirt?<\/p>\n Rachelle: No, just the jean jacket.<\/p>\n Rachelle: Yes, unbuttoned.<\/p>\n Rachelle: I know. Yes, you and some other kids beat him up in grade school.<\/p>\n Rachelle: You know, that’s probably something you shouldn’t be so proud of.<\/p>\n Rachelle: No, you couldn’t.<\/p>\n Rachelle: No, you simply could not do a plank– no matter how much you trained or hard you tried.<\/p>\n
\nRachelle: Pickle, I am glad that you can still learn new things.<\/p>\n