It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Daycare, Mr. Tax-man. Really

I’m not sure why this memory sprang to mind today. It could be that I’m diligently tallying receipts for my accountant’s worksheet this week. It could be the lesson I gave Emma in how to record any cheques written. It was certainly the My Life is Average post she read out loud to me this afternoon.

Some years back, I had in the crew a very energetic, cheerful, hockey-obsessed little boy. Even before these two (remember George and Darcy?) and their hockey obsession, there was Liam and his. Liam came equipped with a father, an energetic, cheerful, hockey-playing dad. Both of them, father and son, shared an impish grin and a lively sense of humour.

We were about seven months into our second year of our association when I, for reasons I cannot recall… heck, there probably was no reason; it was probably totally random… about seven months into our second year as a team, I looked, really looked, at that month’s post-dated cheque. (All parents, upon signing the contract, provide me with a year’s supply of monthly post-dated cheques.)

At the bottom left of the cheque. On that line where you write what it’s for? The line that most parents ignore, but, which if they use at all, they write “Childcare”?

HA! Not “childcare”, not “daycare”, nor even the less-pleasing “babysitting”.

No. At the bottom of that cheque, as had been at the bottom of every cheque that year, it said…

“for sexual favours”.

It’s hard to kill someone when you’re falling over laughing, but I gave it a damned fine effort.

And yes, we’re still friends.

January 19, 2010 Posted by | daycare, Liam, Mischief, parents | 7 Comments