The last few days, I've really felt like an adult. We recently had our family dinner, and I was instructed to take care of Sandra's new baby (my nephew) for an hour or so. During this time, I was surrounded boy 4 of my other nieces and nephews, one in which I reffered myself to as "Uncle Chris". The way she talked to me... I seriously thought for a moment I was 30 years old. I felt like such a dad. When teaching the pre-school class, a little boy named Ingram came up to me, gave me a hug, and said, "Uncle Chris, do you have a wife?" I laughed.
Today at work, 20 minutes before closing, a little boy came to watch The Prince of Egypt, the movie that I had put in my dvd player in my home entertainment department. Feeling responsible for him, I continued to check on him periodically. I even asked him if he was in Zellers by himself or if he had come with his parents. I felt like such an adult.
In the pre-school class, there's this little boy named Nicholas, and every week he yells, argues, and kicks and punches other children. Last week, he punched a boy in the face for no reason, and I grabbed him by the arm, took him to a corner, and told him off. For about 10 minutes, I left him there in time out land until he promised me he wouldn't hit anybody else for the rest of the class. I felt like such a mother.
It's hard to believe that Daddy Chris is now teaching a pre-school class, is an Uncle to 6 nieces and nephews, and is sometimes asked if he is 35 years old with a wife.
Perhaps Daddy Chris is truly coming into form. Children beware. Nanny Wong has come to your doorstep.
