Friday 29 June 2007

Champagne comedy....galore

My parents gave Grizzlewick a big box of CDs with the books of Roald Dahl being read by various English personages including Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie.

He has promptly become obsessed with Fantastic Mr Fox and keeps bellowing "CHICKENS GALORE!!!!" at me.

So I taught him how to use the word in other contexts, and have now been informed that we have:

1. movie cars galore
2. geo trax galore
3. matchbox cars galore
4. lego galore and
5. hot rods galore but NOT
6. Ernie (our cat) galore, because "there is only one of him".

Also I have taught him this joke:

Q What do you do if you see a space man?

A Park in it, man.



IS THERE ANY REASON OTHER THAN THIS TO HAVE A CHILD?

I THINK NOT.

Monday 25 June 2007

Conversations with Bundle – an uncommon dialogue

I may have mentioned Bundle’s enthusiasm for trains before.

Yes. Yes I have.

Anyway, one of his favourite features of his ever growing train set is the Cargo Drop Station, which features a big plastic arm with a magnet that, when pressed, drops a container into passing trucks. It also has a signal box, the windows of which have streaks on them which make it look like it’s raining. This will become important in a moment.

The cargo drop station is not quite as popular as the level crossing, but it has several advantages, including:
1. I haven’t had to glue it back together yet
2. Conversations like this….


Bundle: What’s this, daddy?

INC: Is that your cargo station?

Bundle: It’s my cargo DROP station, I think.

INC: I see

Bundle: It’s raining in the signal box, Daddy. That isn’t a good idea

INC: Raining inside the signal box. Oh no. The signalmen will get wet!

Bundle: No they won’t.

INC: Really? Why not?

Bundle: They have umbrellas.


Am I the only parent who gets halfway through a conversation like this, wonders where it is going, and then is still surprised by where it ends up?

I doubt it.

Thursday 21 June 2007

Things that never happened to Descartes

This morning I walked into Grizzlewick's childcare centre, and one of his friends asked me:

"Excuse me, what are you?"

Such existentialism for one so young!

LOLTWINS

For some reason this remins me of the twins.




They are always pulling tables/ chairs over to their bedroom window to perve on the Big Girls playing on the street. Or on the neighbour mowing her lawn.

Gotta love lolcats!