my son is a city-boy

We have recently returned from our summer vacation visitng family in Nova Scotia. One day while driving from the cottage to town, Mitchell noticed a farm up on a hill. He surprised us when he asked incredulously "Why is there a house on that farm?" Of course living in Ottawa the "farm" that he has visited most frequently is the Central Experiment Farm - which, although a working farm, is a research facility and museum, not a family farm with a family home. He's such a city-boy!

where should you sit at a concert?

My mother was born and raised in Cape Breton, so I was very excited to see, for the first time, Natalie MacMaster, the phenomenal Cape Breton fiddler, in concert, at the Bluefest, last weekend. We got to Lebreton Flats a few minutes after the show started and were trying to find a spot to set up our lawn chairs when I got frustrated because we were so far back, and I couldn’t find a spot where no one was standing in front of us. Mitchell got frustrated with me and made this impatient remark: “Mommy, we don’t need to see. It’s a concert - we just need to listen!” Oh, yeah! Wait 'til you’re a teenager: no front-row tickets at rock concerts for you, Buddy.