Banff 2023

Ugh. Not these pants!

For over 30 years, the last week ofAugust is our family’s holiday time in Banff.We move into our timeshare unit withthe smooth familiarity of many, many years.Everything is familiar.Then the memories close comfortablyin around us.Our kids learning to swim in thatpool.Hiking the trails until theyseemed like old friends.Picnicking.Shopping and talking and playinggames.Eating ice cream and BeaverTails.Playing some more games.Watching movies together.Biking.In a word: Paradise.30+ years makes for a lot ofmemories!This year, our eldest son and hisfamily were there with Grampa and Gramma.They had a unit of their ownright next door. So, we did what any family would do—moved their table into ourapartment and with ours, used our front room
as the community dining hall.Allowing his family ofeight-plus-one to spread out in their sleeping arrangements.It was glorious! All meals wereeaten together, and Gramma was in heaven.But, as with any situation wherea lot of people are co-habiting, there was the occasional…bump.Six-year-old Granddaughter wasfeeling the stress of a lot of people in the near vicinity and woke up onemorning (as my mother used to say) on the wrong side of the bed.Her mother was trying to help herdress for the day and the topic of choice was the reason why she couldn’t wearthe same pants she had been wearing for the previous two days.Mom: “Why don’t you wear thesepants instead?”6YO: “I don't like those pants!”Mom: “Then why did you pack them?”6YO (Loudly): “I didn't!! Dad packed them because he called me and I wouldn'tcome!!!”Sometimes the truth just sort of…spillsout.Hilariously.
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