what a great "right of passage" episode this week. Aside from a couple of great scenes where mom bedazzles the oldest son's Flyer's jersey, is the story of the youngest son and dad who go to a Phillies game at old Veterans Memorial Stadium.
ten year old has to go to the bathroom after drinking a 32 ouncer and Dad, thinking he's old enough and not wanting to miss any of the game, sends him alone. Kid finds the bathroom a horror story and goes up a floor thinking it is the higher priced area and will be nicer. As a result, kid gets lost. He can't find his dad, dad can't find him.
I've been on both sides. As a kid, I got lost at a Penn St./Pitt game at Three Rivers. I found the family but remember being half scared to death. As a Dad, I remember doing the bumper boats on a cool day with my two sons and got wet. We had just enough credits to go on the go carts that only held three and my youngest son was too small to go. I left him, about six at the time, near the railing while I raced with my older boy (age 8). When we got done, the youngest was gone. It only took five minutes to find him but those were the longest five minutes of my life. And, when I found him, he was freezing (from being wet) and crying. Some older lady was trying to comfort him and help him find me. To this day, I feel horrible about it. But, I consider it a right of passage for the kid and being a father.
This post was edited on 3/27 1:45 PM by Obliviax
This post was edited on 3/27 2:48 PM by Obliviax
ten year old has to go to the bathroom after drinking a 32 ouncer and Dad, thinking he's old enough and not wanting to miss any of the game, sends him alone. Kid finds the bathroom a horror story and goes up a floor thinking it is the higher priced area and will be nicer. As a result, kid gets lost. He can't find his dad, dad can't find him.
I've been on both sides. As a kid, I got lost at a Penn St./Pitt game at Three Rivers. I found the family but remember being half scared to death. As a Dad, I remember doing the bumper boats on a cool day with my two sons and got wet. We had just enough credits to go on the go carts that only held three and my youngest son was too small to go. I left him, about six at the time, near the railing while I raced with my older boy (age 8). When we got done, the youngest was gone. It only took five minutes to find him but those were the longest five minutes of my life. And, when I found him, he was freezing (from being wet) and crying. Some older lady was trying to comfort him and help him find me. To this day, I feel horrible about it. But, I consider it a right of passage for the kid and being a father.
This post was edited on 3/27 1:45 PM by Obliviax
This post was edited on 3/27 2:48 PM by Obliviax