As an absentee aunty, it's a challenge to maintain name and face recognition, let alone relevance in the lives of active, little people, with a great a big world to explore. To these guys, "Ottawa" is as much a part of my persona as say, my glasses, or my hair (or so I imagine). I'm not around enough to firm up another identity. I'm not the one who takes them to movies. Or the one who always has gum and quarters in her purse. I'm never there for birthdays or school concerts or even the occasional babysitting gig. Nope, I'm the one who shows up in their lives once every eight months or so...from Ottawa. And so, in a blatant attempt to stay in their conciousness, I look for that Ottawa angle and I exploit it. Sorry guys, you almost got a laser tag game set for Christmas.
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