Real life column
Recently I came face to face again with another flaw in my character.
I never miss an opportunity to tease my wife, especially if I know it is something that will get under her skin. The more insignificant the topic, the greater the teasing will be. On the other hand, she will very rarely reciprocate when she has every right to – like recently when I was a half hour late picking her up at the car rental shop. She said nothing, when she would have been perfectly justified in complaining.
Instead she turned it into a proud parent moment – our son works there and she was proud to see how good he is at his job. I had seen him in action a couple of times myself and had the same feeling. I have also seen the twins on the job and had people tell me how good a teacher my eldest daughter is. I'm not sure why, but sometimes we parents are the last to appreciate our children as adults.
On the other hand, I never let her hear the end of it during a night that featured two incidents that went down in Walker folklore as "the supper" and "the game."
While my wife was away, I had bought tickets from our neighbour for a roast beef supper her church was having.
We put the tickets on the fridge, but we forgot about them until late in the day. Our eldest daughter was coming over and her and my wife were going shopping. There was just the three of us since our other daughters were out, so I teased her all during supper.
She told my daughter she would "never hear the end of this for weeks." The truth was I didn't really care about the supper and my wife knew that as well. There is no good reason why I kept it up for days – eventually I just got bored with it.
After supper, the plan was I was going to a hockey game while they went shopping. They left first and when I went to go about 15 minutes later, I couldn't find the keys. Then I remembered that before my daughter came, we had gone for a drive and my wife drove. I suspected the keys were in her purse, so I tried her phone to see. She was charging it and I soon heard the phone ring in our room.
When she came home, she wondered why I was still there. When I told her, I knew she felt bad so I didn't milk that the same way as I did "the supper."
The next time our son was over, he mentioned the fact that I had forgotten his mother at the rental agency. When he teased me about it, I did notice a hint of a smile form on my wife's face. Perhaps she has the same character flaw but just controls it better.
That's the way it is in real life.