Tonawanda News — On those days I pick Rigby up from school, he and I have a bit of a routine we fall into.
I ask him how his day was. He tells me “good,” and then he retorts with “I don’t wanna tell you” when I follow up by asking what he did.
So his variation from the script one recent afternoon was surprising enough simply for the fact he altered it. But how he changed things was more baffling than a R.A. Dickey knuckleball on a 3-2 count.
“Daddy,” he hit me with first thing after coming out, his tone and facial expression portending the sort of contemplative concept one ponders for days prior to sharing, “I need to start training.”
“OK,” I replied, expecting him to be concerned about tee ball season. “What for?”
“To be Batman when I grow up.”
I kinda wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t. First, he clearly wasn’t joking. Second, he followed up with plans to build a Batcave, buy a Batmobile, put together a Batbelt and other details that honestly convinced me for a second he really could be Batman.
So I was in no position to quell the mirth of my little 5-year-old. And 10 minutes later, after we picked up Penny, she exemplified the huge gap that seemingly should not be possible between two children who are only 18 months apart.
“Daddy?” she asked after we got into the car. “How much money do you need for the rest of your life?”
“Not sure exactly what you mean, babe.”
“Well, Daddy, you go to work to make money. And Grandpa doesn’t work any more. So how much money do you need so you can stay home the rest of your life? Then you won’t have to go to work in the middle of the night and can take us to school.”