Choices

You think you're doing everything you can to be a good mother.

Clothes are clean for school and you whinge very little about the sleep lost making it so.
Meals are balanced and healthy, yet still edible by picky palates.
Santa, under your personal direction, always manages to pull off miracles.
Birthday parties never disappoint, even when a heinous, last-minute sand storm eliminates all but one child from the guest list of child's last party in the U.S. in March 2006.



The child's needs have all been met.



So why is it,

when said child is presented with a spectacular opportunity--for his 10th birthday-- to run out onto the pitch of family's favourite footy team, with the player of his choice...

does he pick Dad to be his one allowed companion?

Dad?!

The guy who would forget to feed the child if there was a level to beat on Guitar Hero.
The man who thinks a well-balanced diet consists of frozen pizza.
The same man who wouldn't see anything wrong with child being labeled for life as: "kid with the craziest bed-head", "kid whose clothes never match", "kid who is late for school regularly".

Somebody is having nothing but saltine crackers for dinner for a while...