Bundle and Cherub were running around the backyard of their grandparents' s house, taking it in turns to try to spray each other with one of those little spray bottles that are most commonly used for pot plants.
And giggling.
Eventually, Cherub decided to come inside. He ran through the sliding glass door into the living area next to the kitchen, and closed it.
Bundle came right up to the door and sprayed it. Cherub stood just inside the door, on the other side of the glass from where Bundle was spraying.
As the water ran down the outside of the glass door, Cherub pointed to it, and, very politely, asked "Is it on the outside? Is that the problem?"
And smiled, ever so sweetly.
Wednesday 26 November 2008
Tuesday 11 November 2008
All alone in the moonlight
My brother is coming to visit around Christmas time. He lives in WA so it's a very long time since the boys saw him. With that in mind, I probably need to stop referring to him as "your crazy uncle Fox"
Here's why.
May 2008
I was teaching Bundle & Cherub to play cricket. We found the bat I used when I played in the under-12s at my local club. It's an "All-Pro" signed by Sunil Gavaskar, for those who may be wondering. Bundle quit reasonably wanted to know why there was a big scoop out of the back. The answer was that my brother decided that having a scoop out of the back of his SS bat seemed to help Australian Captain Kim Hughes so he thought he'd try it out on mine.
I suppose I shouldn't feel too bad about the fact that, in the course of trying to explain that one to a 3 year old, I used the phrase "your crazy uncle" at least once.
June 2008
We took the boys to see the house where I grew up. As I was showing them around, I said "This was your Uncle Fox's room. Bundle said "He's the one who put a hole in your bat. He's crazy, that one"
I resolved to stop mentioning my brother for a few weeks in the hope that the whole thing would be forgotten.
October 2008
This had been working well until I told the boys that their cousins would be visiting this Christmas and, in a moment of weakness, accidentally let slip another reference to their father, crazy Uncle Fox.
Bundle said "I didn't know he was CRAZY".
He then thought for a minute before adding "Didn't he put a hole in something?".
And, a moment later "Hey, let's play cricket".
There's really not a chance that this will have all been forgotten by Christmas.
I guess I should stop referring to my sister in law as " your mad Auntie Poet" sometime soon.
Here's why.
May 2008
I was teaching Bundle & Cherub to play cricket. We found the bat I used when I played in the under-12s at my local club. It's an "All-Pro" signed by Sunil Gavaskar, for those who may be wondering. Bundle quit reasonably wanted to know why there was a big scoop out of the back. The answer was that my brother decided that having a scoop out of the back of his SS bat seemed to help Australian Captain Kim Hughes so he thought he'd try it out on mine.
I suppose I shouldn't feel too bad about the fact that, in the course of trying to explain that one to a 3 year old, I used the phrase "your crazy uncle" at least once.
June 2008
We took the boys to see the house where I grew up. As I was showing them around, I said "This was your Uncle Fox's room. Bundle said "He's the one who put a hole in your bat. He's crazy, that one"
I resolved to stop mentioning my brother for a few weeks in the hope that the whole thing would be forgotten.
October 2008
This had been working well until I told the boys that their cousins would be visiting this Christmas and, in a moment of weakness, accidentally let slip another reference to their father, crazy Uncle Fox.
Bundle said "I didn't know he was CRAZY".
He then thought for a minute before adding "Didn't he put a hole in something?".
And, a moment later "Hey, let's play cricket".
There's really not a chance that this will have all been forgotten by Christmas.
I guess I should stop referring to my sister in law as " your mad Auntie Poet" sometime soon.
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