Whilst on my visit back east, I spent just a little more than a day with my brother and his family in Montreal. I don’t often see them and it’s always great to catch up.
On the Monday before I left, while my brother, Michael and his wife, Heather went to work, I was able to catch up with the goings-on I’d missed on WordPress, take a walk to the nearest strip mall and enjoy a Timmy’s coffee and my favourite part of the day – pick up my nine year-old Nephew, Spencer from after school day care.
It was a cool day as I set off. I mumbled a reprimand to myself for not packing warmer clothing. But the crisp cool air was invigorating and brilliant fall colours looked bright in contrast to the overcast sky.
I reached the playground beside Spencer’s school in a few short minutes and watched him kick around a soccer ball with some friends. When he finally saw me, he waved me into the yard…
or so I thought.
I was half way into the yard, when a petite, French Canadian Day Care employee called out, “Hey, you can’t be in here while we line up the children to go in!”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know, I’m here to pick up my Nephew” I said.
She softened, “You have to pick him up at the door around the corner and sign him out.”
I nodded my understanding and left the yard.
Once inside the day care, a table blocked me from going further in and I let the woman behind the table know that I was there to pick Spencer up. After checking my ID (my brother had sent an email that morning to let them know I was coming), she picked up her Walkie Talkie and asked them to send Spencer in.
Impressive security – I thought!
As we walked home, Spencer asked me why I’d gone into the yard. I explained that I had thought he had waved me.
“Well I didn’t,” he asserted
“I know,” I replied.
He stopped, looked down and kicked at the dirt with his foot.
“It’s not your fault Spencer, I messed up. Did I embarrass you?”
“Nope,” he replied. “You embarrassed yourself.”
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