One was read a few of my poems in a public setting, something I have had little practice in. The other thing I got to do, which I have had loads of practice, is irritate my wife Ann. I can't remember if I told her we were going out for dinner or if it was a wine tasting but wasn't she surprised. Our youngest children wanted me to read the poems to them before we left for the night. I obliged. I should know better. I wonder where they get it from?
Dad: "I was six years old. Very... James you asked me to do this. Why are you playing Tomb Runner while I'm reading this?"
James (Age 9): "I'm not. It's Fruit Ninja. I'll stop and listen."
Dad: "Very much a child. Being..."
Dad: "Would you stop."
James: "When do you get to the part when I can snap my fingers and say 'Yeah Daddy-O'?"
Dad: "It's not that kind of poetry."
Olympia (Age 13): "Instead at the end we give him the 'Two Snaps, Golf Clap'.
Dad: "Can I go back to this please?"
Olympia: "Go for it. We are all ears."
Dad: "Being mischievous. Running... Your texting?"
Olympia: "I was telling Sarah that I couldn't talk to her right now I was busy."
James: "You need to be prepared for this stuff when performing in public. We haven't even started heckling you yet."
Dad: "How pray tell do you know about performing?"
James: "My whole life is a public performance."