We were at the provincial capital of BC, the city of Victoria, this morning, visiting the provincial legislative building. A beautiful building built back in the good old times, between 1893-1898. As we were walking past the lawn, my older son came up to me and showed me a picture he took on his phone of the coat of arms of BC symbol on some garbage bins. He proceeded to ask me "Do you know why the government's symbol is on these bins?"
"Why?" I replied.
He put on a smug face and answered, "because that is exactly where it belongs."
I smiled back at him and said, "that's a good one!" As he ran off to chase his little brother, I was telling myself, "yes, that's my son!" My distaste and dislike for governments seemed to have rubbed off on him.
At the same time, I realized I must be more careful with my words and actions. Be consistent as to who I am, be truthful, be real, and try to be the best version of myself, because it does rub off.