Pack away

My son loves to pack away. One of the ladies at his child minding surmised that he knows he gets to see me again shortly after pack away time, so he’s doing everything he can to make that happen as soon as possible. I like that lady. I’m not sure she is right though. He does…

Hats

He will not wear one when you need him to. I frequently need him to, for sun protection or rain protection and really only ever for his own good. He doesn’t care. I have a pram with a little sunshade, I thought I was so very cunning when I made the purchase. He would be protected and…

Energy

Attempting to outplay, outrun or simply tire out my child is a full time occupation. Going particularly stir crazy one evening, after having had his bath and already attempting our first bedtime of the evening, I gave up. He wasn’t tired. I got him out of bed, reclothed him and put on his shoes. I decided…

“Hope you don’t die”

The words left his lips before anyone had any idea they were coming. It was his farewell pleasantry to our lovely neighbour. His father was mortified. I, from the safety of the house, could not stop laughing. Violence, warfare, death, zombies and gore are constant preoccupations to the boy folk of my household. They love…