Emma was in one of her happiest of moods today, running around the house giggling, carrying random household items from one room to another. As she rounded a corner she bumped into the door frame.
“Sorry!”, she yelled out, then kept on running.
My heart soared within me, rejoicing. My daughter had apologized to an inanimate object! Was there any joy in life as delicious as this moment? Patriotism swelled within me as I savoured the feeling of knowing that cultural conditioning had already set in.
In next to no time she’ll be spelling words with the letter “u” thrown in everywhere, and saying Zed not Zee to end her alphabet song (even though it doesn’t rhyme).
She’ll love her country in the quiet but intense way that we Canadians do.
She’ll sing our national anthem with gusto even though it’s really quite slow and dull.
And even though she’ll never drink the stuff, she’ll be obscurely proud that we make great beer.
She’ll be able to follow a hockey game without the puck being highlighted on the screen.
She’ll be a true Canadian – and what Mother can ask for more than that?
~waves a grinning hello to her many American friends~
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So is that picture of Emma at YOUR house?? Hello, it is *sparkly clean*!! Amazing! Emma is also very, very, very cute. I can just hear her “sorry” (with that slight “oar” sound, not “aah.”)
So MY patriotic pride says that, as an American, I should poke fun at Canadians whenever I can — even though there’s really no reason to, ’cause secretly we Americans like you Canadians, or at least we are jealous of your cheap prescription drugs. But I can’t think of any insults to throw your direction. Saahrry.
That is really cute eh. Spoken with my best imitation of the moose on Brother Bear. Obviously I am a very uneducated american when it comes to all things Canadian. I get my information from a couple of misfit moose. Soary. ;) Luckily I have you now to educate me!
Oh, BTW I do love Anne of Green Gables. Someday I will go to Prince Edward Island.
What a doll she is!
And she’s argue at great lengths that the Beaver is a noble and proud animal, not just a rodent with a groovy tail.
And she’ll be completely offended at a YSA dance in Seattle when part way through explaining where 100 Mile is the boy starts laughing and says, “Dude. You just aboot.” (Dude, you just pinpointed the reason you are still single at 30)
My Dad’s family is all Canadian? So I guess I’m half Canadian too? I spent all my summers in Alberta growing up? I really loved it there?
See, I can speak Canadian too!!!
The only Canadian I know is my husband’s ex-wife… Maybe I should read your blog more to help me feel better about Canada. It can’t be fair to judge an entire country because of one psycho, eh?