Still, Jonah has a question. It’s just the two of us in the car – where most of our bonding over music takes place – when he asks, “What does sappy mean?”
“Something that’s too much,” I explain. “Not just sad but way too sad. You know how in the beginning the father in the song doesn’t have time for his son, but then later the son doesn’t have time for the father, well, that’s pretty sappy.”
Jonah looks bewildered, which is understandable. This is not a problem we’ve encountered. There are plenty of songs about emotionally as well as physically absent dads (A Boy Named Sue, Why Should I Cry for You?, Papa Was a Rolling Stone), but none apply to us.
Papa, in this case, is not a rolling stone. If anything, I’m too much in my son’s life.