- This just heard while dropping my two-and-a-half year old off at his playschool:
"Where did you get that Hong Kong Phooey lunchbox?" says a mom to my son.
"It was mine when I was a kid," I reply.
-Yesterday at soccer practice this New Zealand woman was asking about what kind of things I get my boys involved in during the winter months. She just relocated to Carolina this summer because her husband is going to divinity school at Duke. "Many men I know," she says in her thick Kiwi accent, "always wish they learned to play guitar.
"So I'm thinking of starting the boys on violin lessons because it seems similar, ya know?" she says.
"That's not a bad idea. But why not just start on the guitar?" I say.
"I have musical instruments in the house - a bass, a guitar and drums - all available for them to use whenever they want," I say.
Another mother askes if I am in a band. "Yes," I say.
"Do you play out?" she asks.
"Yes, we just did the night before. And we play again Friday."
Kiwi mom joins in again, "I guess that's what you do to blow off steam?"
"Yep," I reply. "That and read books."
Mom Number Three joins in now. "I have a book club. We meet today."
Mom Number Two. "I was in a book club once but all we ever did was sit around and drink wine," she says with a giggle.
I tell them about the local library book sales. But add the comment that my wife thinks I already have too many books.
"You can never have too many books," says Kiwi Mom.
"And I'm told I have too many CDs," I say.
"Oh, you can never have too much music or too many books," she says.
She then turns to me and asks: "So you stay at home with your boys, do you?"
"Yeah," I say. "Have been doing it for over four years."
"You're like a hero," she says patting me on the back.