Alex and Simon hear so much “shop talk” at home with two teacher parents, and they are so used to the networking second nature of their extravert Mommy that it seemed only natural to them that, as they heard us wondering aloud about our new provincial premier , we should invite her to dinner.
“But I don’t even know her!” I protested when one of the boys suggested the plan.
“Chat her up, Mommy! You’re good at that!” he pointed out, completely oblivious to the fact that perhaps his mom, even as much of a social butterfly as she was, might not ever come into personal contact with the political leader of the province he lives in!!!
I also explained to the boys that a political leader has a very busy public life, with little time for personal social engagements like dinner with people she hardly knows. There are meetings to attend, letters to write, inequitable bills to craft and pass… you get the idea.
The boys, however, seemed not to consider that these obligations ran on weekends too, rather than just Monday to Friday: They suggested I call her up right now, and invite her now, tonight, or maybe tomorrow (Sunday).
While I enjoy the sweet innocence of my children, I will confess that I am not likely to follow up on their suggestion.
After all, Kathleen Wynne is not the only busy dyke in this province. ;-P