Tonawanda News — With a “Batman” game playing on the WiiU in one room, “Sofia the First” airing on the the TV in the adjoining room, the iPod blaring that annoying Pit Bull song without its earphones and the laptop showing “Toy Story” YouTube videos, I had a hard time hearing Penny when she came up to me.
Or rather, I wish I had a hard time.
“Daddy? I’m bored.”
“What?” I asked in a tone that would suggest, to most people, the person with the original statement should consider saying something else the second time around.
Alas, 5-year-olds lack the ear to make such tonal distinctions.
“I’m bored. I have nothing to do.”
I took a look around the room. I could not believe what I heard. Pit Bull was still yammering on about Japanese architecture. Sorry, my friend, but I just did not want to feel this moment.
“Penny Jeannine! Have you looked around this house lately? You should never be bored a moment in your life.”
Now, this is a pivotal moment in my maturation as a father. For more than five years, I have worn the title of “parent” with pride. But I have never really felt, well, like my father. I run and play with the kids, cuddle them at will and take them to the movies.
I do not — NOT — sound old. Until now.
“When I was your age ... “
A shudder went through my body before I could even get the sentence out. Enough time had officially passed since my childhood for me to appropriately bust out the “when I was your age” line.
With those words, any lingering claims to my youth shriveled up and died like the hair follicles that surely now will more frequently fall out of my scalp.
“ ... I didn’t have nearly as much to do. I didn’t have a fraction of the toys you do. There was no such thing as the Internet.”