As I walked through my dark bedroom this morning, Sam was already awake and had crawled in bed with mom. I said goodby to Kathleen, and then went over to sam and said goodbye. Always gotta say goodbye.
I went downstairs, and there was a file I needed to email myself at work, so I was delayed by a few minutes. When I cam back upstairs, Kathleen, Sam, and Anna were all downstairs. Anna was lying on a couch being grumpy. I got a cup of coffee and said goodby to Anna, then Sam (again), then Kathleen. Always gotta say goodbye.
As I schlepped my Monday morning baggage out to my car, which included my backpack, my lunch, my gym clothes, my portable DVD player, a planner, a text book, and other junk. Sam runs out to me by my car. "Look at this book I got daddy!" We went to the library yesterday. Its a about a horse with bad hair.
"That's great Sam!" I try to sound excited. Now go inside, daddy has to go to work, okay?" Always gotta say goodbye.
As I am driving down the road to the commuter bus, my cell phone rings. It is my wife, and she is upset with me. I forgot to wave at Sam as I drove by the front door of our house. Sam is very upset by this break in his normal ritualistic lifestyle. The life of a happy three year old is lived within simple happy patterns. I talk to Sam on the phone. "Hello Sam"
"I am sorry I didn't wave to you."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Well, I am sorry, but I have to go now, okay Sammy?"
"Okay, bye, daddy!"
Kathleen stayed on the phone long enough to tell me that Sam was waving goodbye to me into the phone. I said goodbye and resumed my commute. Always gotta say goodbye.