We have been living in Toronto for almost a year now, and the Dwarves call it home.
It seems to us Dwarf 1 has always been cool with the fact to move overseas, probably assuming grown-ups would know more about topics he is passionate about, such as flower anatomy, outer space, animal physiology or electricity (yes, he is pretty open-minded when it comes to asking questions).
Dwarf 2, however, 2.5 at the time, had some concerns.
At first he was not too convinced we could actually go to Canada, as his favorite Teddy bear was afraid of flying. This was solved quickly by sending Teddy to a fear of flying workshop (so he was told).
Dwarf 2 realized we were not going to cancel the trip easily, and decided to find better arguments: “Mom, we cannot go to Canada…they have no play dough!”.
Needless to say this did not work too well either.
We did not bring play dough; it seemed to us we had more important items to pack:
Toronto is so international that I should have expected to experience some communist leanings as well (and you are welcome to click in order to get some free cultural knowledge about avoska, in case you were sick the day your teacher explained all about it at school).
How did I end up staring at empty shelves? Just by naively assuming I could simply go to a store and buy new winter boots for Dwarf 2, whose feet had suddenly decided it was time to become grown-up’s last February. However, I learned the hard way that most Canadian shoe stores do not restock. It does not matter if it’s freezing outside and every Torontonian has to fight 2 meters of snow every time he gets out the garbage.
I was surrounded by summer shoes, open sandals and stilettos. Being that Dwarf 2 is not able to walk properly without banging his head against a wall, a tree or a person at least every 5 minutes, stilettos were rapidly eliminated. Moreover, he is a boy.
This day I came back home empty-handed.
We once more managed not to end up under social services scrutiny by finding a pair of boots (on sale, s’il vous plaît) at a ski resort a few days later.
This year, we purchased boots, jackets, mittens and masks for the Dwarves in October.
In case you are wondering: last January there also was a stock shortage of winter masks, which means the Dwarves used the Man’s from time to time. The latter did not appreciate to find various non-identified greenish substances in it on a regular basis and we had to invest in personal gear this year.
So now we are fully equipped, and it’s still 3°C outside.
If, after a month of green chili flavored cookies and hamburger cupcakes you are starting to feel a bit nauseated , December 30 is National Bicarbonate of Soda Day (I have to admit I am quite impressed with the person who dared coming up with this one).
What about a National The Man Cleans the Whole House and Takes Care of the Dwarves While I am at the Spa Day?