Montreal is pretty, yo. The oddly young dad of two 5-10 year old boys at the fancy place dinner seemingly trying to impress his father & grandfather by explaining vectors and imaginary numbers to the kids gained no points from me. Dude, the kids did not get it, despite how brilliant you thought they were. This was evidenced by one saying "I've got a letter for 4! It's 'H'"! Dad also tried to explain compounding interest.
Dh asked me what time it was and I said "bedtime". No, not for me. The kids!
DH also said I couldn't order anymore rum after that.
None of this made sense. Therefore moar rum!