The Generation Game

Last night I had to pick my Dad up from the hospital after a routine check-up. It was funny because after 21 plus years of being completely dependent, and then a further 13 of semi-dependence/independence (which obviously will continue now there are three small grandchildren running around), for the first time it was me taking him under my wing as I signed his discharge form to allow me to take him home. However before I start to think that I am ascending to the head of the family or anything like that, Maxime brought me back down to earth this morning when he started making very sensible suggestions even before I managed to think about them e.g. the idea to put some cold milk in a mug of too hot hot chocolate. Maybe when Maxime realizes that running around in public half naked isn’t socially acceptable then we can install him as our new patriarch.