Yeah, it really is about the kids.

James is such a sensitive kid, he honestly makes me want to cry sometimes, because of just how earnest and concerned he gets about some things.  And then he can turn it on a dime and make me want to laugh or scream (or both). Tomorrow Christine is out golfing for the day, so it's just us guys. Today James and I were driving over to St. Laurent and on the way he recognised the part of town we were in and we had this exchange: James :  Dad?  Me : Yes bud?  James :  I love SkyZone .  Me ( thinking ):  Yeah, it's pretty cool, huh?  We should go there again sometime.  James :  Yeah!  Like tomorrow.  Me ( thinking, but cautious now ):  Yeah ... I'll look into that. But in this case that really just meant, I would take a couple of hours to dread what might happen when it's time for us to go and I have to chase Daniel, screaming, across a freakin' warehouse with trampolines instead of floors then drag him out of...

Yup.  Back to school day for James.  First day of senior kindergarten.  I was golfing today, so I got home late, but James was, of course, still awake, so I went in to his room to hear about his day. Me : Hey buddy, did you have a good day at school today? James: Yeah.  Me : Are your teachers nice?  James : Yeah.  Me : Do you like your class?  James (considering): Not everyone shares.  Me : Oh really?  James (brightening): Yeah!  But at daycare we share.  Me : That's right. But, y'know, not everyone at school goes to daycare, so they're probably not all good at sharing yet. But they will be.  James : Martin doesn't share.  Me : Give him time, I bet he'll learn to share.  James (happy now): But Noah shares!  I love  him! He says bathroom words and makes me laugh!  Me (chuckling a little): Oh yeah?  James : YEAH! He says "poop" and "pee" and "toilet" and "chocolate tor...