Anchored by a beautiful lake, The Sedgwick Club is a golf and tennis community that largely attracts city folk who appreciate a second home only an hour from the Upper West Side and former city folk who decide to enjoy its bucolic charms year round. We get invited up once a summer by a good friend who has a second home there–and it’s always a much appreciated restorative. Still, that didn’t stop my 9-year-old son from commencing this year’s visit with a well-deployed piece of sarcasm.
As some of you who read this column now and then may know, I’m often dazzled by the things that come out of my son’s mouth. Much like the blogger who started the popular column “Sh*t My Dad Says” about his cantankerous octogenarian dad, sometimes I think I should re-label my own column “Sh*t My Son Says.” But sometimes my daughter manages to surprise us, too.
Two weekends ago as we drove into the club, we saw the same the sign that’s greeted us for the last 15 years which says Sedgwick Club: Golf and Tennis Community. My wife and I didn’t pay it much attention until Adam said, “Damn! We didn’t bring our golf clubs.” To which my wife replied, “What are you talking about? You don’t own any golf clubs.” And Adam responded “Hello? Haven’t you ever heard of sarcasm?” I have to admit, I was stunned for a second. Of all his rhetorical flourishes over the years, he’s never actually cited sarcasm before and I thought he did a pretty good job with it.
My wife and I looked at each other and laughed and later we both agreed that an Adam armed with sarcasm means life as we know it may change. I’ll report back in the weeks and months ahead.
Eric Messinger is Editor of New York Family. He can be reached at [email protected]
