Two years ago, we started a tradition quite by chance. One fall afternoon outside of our favorite record store, we saw a poster that caught the girls' eyes. There was to be a Pop Culture Fair, where you could get t-shirts, music, collectables, and other trendy knick-knacks that was right up their alley.
"Oh, this looks like fun, " McMonk said.
"We should go." Banana said.
"Hmmm, it's being held two weekends from now, in Edmonton." I remarked.
"Oh well," remarked Banana, "that's the end of that."
They both looked pretty sad when they realized that the event was 3 hours away, as my car had just been totalled in an accident. They saw us with no way to get there. I thought it would be a good bonding thing, remembering all the trips we had done in the past and decided right then and there that we could do it - it would just take some arranging.
The weekend of the fair, I got them up early and told them that we were going to go, and not to worry how. They were extatic. We called a cab and took it to the airport. From there, we rented a tiny little car (for all of $38 a day plus gas) and proceeded to drive to Edmonton. We played our music, joked, stopped for lunch, went to the fair (which was good, but not the highlight of the trip), wrote haikus (a different, long story) and had a wonderful, wonderful day.
This weekend, we did a return visit to the same fair. hightlights of the trip included:
- a dance party at the Millet turnoff by the side of Highway 2
- stopping for a Tim Horton's fuel-up of sugar and caffiene (me with hot chocolate, the girls with Moccacinos) as our first stop
- our vegetarian exclaiming, "Mmmm, gravy and chicken" and meaning it
- Banana saying, "Everything that's important to me is in this car." McMonk and I, thinking it meant us, responded with a heart-warming, "Awwwww." Banana clarified by saying, "I meant my bag of candy."
- having a Zen-calmness test by getting stuck in traffic for 45 minutes on a detour
- imitating the Zoolander-dance-and-drive actions as we'd pass other cars on the highway
- planning our Free-Range Rodent shop that we will someday open beside our Scary Clown Hotel
Making time to uphold traditions is important. It gives us all something to look forward to, look back on and bind us together as a family.