Feb 10, 2007, at the Royal Ontario Museum.
I reminded them about this the other day. Owen remembered Naomi’s first words to me: “Ginnie died.” Ginnie was Kate’s cat. It had died the previous September.
Owen didn’t remember that going to the ROM was his idea. Kate and I had been dating for four months, but we’d kept the kids out of it. But Owen figured something was up, and he confronted her. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
When she said she did, he said he wanted to talk to me, so Kate called me and said, “I have someone here who wants to talk to you.”
“Is this Michael?”
“This is Owen. I’m Mummy’s son.”
He then proceeded to ask me what I was doing the following Saturday, and if I would like to meet them at the ROM.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Today I also found this file on my computer …
Monday, February 9, 2009
This is a simple story about siblings. Last night, Naomi was in the bath. She was telling me about Owen’s new fort.
“He’s just getting used to it,” she said.
I said, “It’s good to have a big brother, isn’t it.”
She nodded. “Yup.”
Then she said, “It’s hard sometimes.”
Later, I climbed in a steaming hot bath with Owen. We filled the bath right to the top. He called for Mummy. He wanted a glass of cold water. Naomi heard the plea and wanted to be the one to fulfill it.
Owen said, “This isn’t going to be good. With Naomi, you never know what you’re going to get.”
But second later, she appeared with a glass of cold water. Owen took the glass and drank it.
Mummy stood watching. She said, “Owen, what do you say?”
Naomi stood, expectant.
Owen said, “Thanks.” Then dumped what was left of the water into the tub.