I’ve been trying to suggest summer day trips to the kids, but…
I can’t tell if they just can’t picture what I’m explaining to them, or if they’re genuinely not interested.
Today I was telling Adrian about a castle in Toronto called Casa Loma, and how maybe we could visit it this summer. Or perhaps Fort Henry in Kingston, an old military base.
“I’ve already been to a castle, though! In 2011 when I was five years old.”
And I had to think about it, but then I realised he meant this:
No. That’s a fairytale castle. I meant a real castle. I explained that we could see people dressed up in costume like it was the old days, and maybe some suits of armor and cannons and whatnot.
But he said he’d rather go to the nearby farm and see the pigs and pick apples and stuff.
Well. Alright. That makes things easier for me, I guess.