Dear Darling Boy!

Mood: tired
Music: Arcade Fire - Power Out

Just an update on that five-year-old (well, almost five!) that I wish I owned.

He is highly trainable!
He is highly entertaining!
He has as much fun watching The Incredibles as I do!!! Bonus!!

Friday I was looking after him and he wanted me to come with him to the ear doctor, for his previous appointment with the healthcare system didn't go very well - they tried to admister a scratch test for allergies. ...Two scratches into the fifty-scratch test he jumped off the table and told his mom to 'take him back when he's a teenager'. (Aww!)

On the way to the doctor's office I sang Ground Control to Major Tom, a little-known tune by one David Bowie - for, anyone who's had their hearing checked can testify that the amazing experience includes getting to go inside a rocket ship room! Woo Frickin' Hoo!

...After being placed in said rocket ship room, he quickly discovered where the microphone was and so, everyone at the office was treated to a rousing chours of good old Major Tom, (well, actually a few rousing choruses because the chorus was all he remembered). What a champ!

When he emerged from his chamber, he informed the ear doctor that he had allergies, came to me, pulled his shirt up over his head as to create a makeshift veil and enthusiastically informed me that he was "the bride-to-be" before engaging in the fetal position in the middle of the office floor.

I tried not to laugh. But it didn't work. He's too funny!

A ha ha!

And generous too, he gave me his "packie smack" (hacky sack).

A ha ha!

Aww, muffin!