How is everyone this Thursday? All doing well I hope!
Well, I’ve been working on my post, but I still need to do more. I really, really wanna post, but it’s not quite ready. Actually, it needs a little bit more work than usual, with the bottom line being that it’s not going to be ready (not even nearly on time) this week.
I’m going to post that article next week though, I promise!
(It better be good!)
However, in case you came by hoping for a good story, I thought I’d tell you a couple Kiddy Stories about my kids (my son in particular).
The Sweet Boy And The Dosh
This story is from a few weeks back, from my son, who’s 5 years old. Actually, my son is at a phase now, where he’s super sweet.
(Was he bitter before…?)
Anyway, perhaps as a result of this (or maybe not), people in my family keep telling him that he’s so tasty, they will eat him. Actually, a lady from Manchester was once quite descriptive. She told him that he was so tasty that she was going to “put him in a sandwich and eat him”. I had not heard that before, but since then I’ve heard it a few times…
Anyway, I’m digressing. Back to my story!
These days, as he doesn’t need to go to school (it’s the summer holidays after all) and with the grandparents over, my son (and my younger daughter), have been having a blast (I had a blast once too…).
In the meantime, I’ve been going to work.
Every morning, I get dressed, and my son knows that I’m going to work from the clothes that I wear. Still, every morning he asks me if I’m going to work, to which I reply “yes son, since it’s a weekday today… I’m going to work”.
On this occasion though, it didn’t stop there. He continued:
“Are you going to work to make money?”
“Errr… yes, I am.”
“OK! Then don’t go…! Today I’ve got money…! Wait!”
He ran off and came back 30 seconds later, having brought me his piggy bank. He then shook it (presumably so that I could hear all the coins the wealthy young lad had…).
“Today, we can use these. Then you can go to work tomorrow…”
Doesn’t your heart just melt…?
Recently, our Nan got a new dog. My son (and daughter) love the dog, but the dog (still a puppy), gets overexcited. On this occasion, the dog, whilst playing with my son, bit him, leaving a longish red mark/scratch on his arm.
I was at work the time… so I didn’t know anything.
When I came home, I saw the scratch on his arm and I asked him what had happened. He said:
“The dog tried to eat me!”
“Because I’m very tasty…!”
I love my kids!
Have a great September and a great school year everyone!