The Aerie

From GC

Posting from an Internet kiosk at GC. Five huge arenas each crowded with tens of thousands of people - most of them teenaged boys with shaggy brown hair wearing black T-shirts. As a result I haven't seen my eldest son since the place opened at 9:00. Or I've seen him continuously, depending on how you look at it.

I'm currently trying to find my younger son, as well. He is either obliviously playing one of the kazillion free video games in this place, or wandering weeping through the crowds crying 'Daddy, Daddy,' depending on whether or not I let myself worry too much. This place closes at 8:00 p.m., so I'll find both of the boys then by simply waiting at the trolley platform.

Sigh, are they all grown up and don't need me, or at 11 and 15 am I a terrible parent for having lost them in this place? Time will tell, but I'm sure it will turn out fine.

Just keep telling myself that...

(Edit, later) Found Him! *phew* I'm a good Dad again! The older boy can take care of himself, but I found the younger one!

Posted by Albatross at August 26, 2006 6:28 AM | TrackBack