Planned a catch up with a friend from school and her kids. A trip to the zoo was in order.
My kids had obviously done some serious praying overnight, or the gods were just as embarrassed by the Overall Wearing Fiasco of yesterday, that a bucketing of rain occurred all morning and the plans were called off.
So my friend, kids in tow, came for lunch at our place instead.
(No less embarrassing from my perspective, except for the fact that regardless of what I wear, I look like a complete knob, so don’t really care. Or about the state of my house, either. They wanna bend down and pick stuff up, who am I to stop them, so long as they don’t expect the same from me.)
Of course, the sun came out shortly after they arrived at my ill-prepared-for-guests-abode, by which time the kids had all found the trains and weren’t going to move for any elephant – or elephant-sized people.
Monkey Boy, bored with the “little kids” embarked upon some artwork, after locating an image of Gordon Ramsay in today’s paper. He neatly chopped it out and stuck it, proudly, on his bedroom wall.
Aww. Cute. Could think of much better poster boys for a seven year old than Gordon. Especially food critic wannabe seven year old boys.
Deciding the picture needed something to go around it, he decided a quote would be the way to go. So off he went to write a quote to go with his cut out. I’m so proud of him, surrounding himself with inspirational people and quotes. He really is old beyond his years.
And so clever!
He carefully carries the bequoted paper into his room, and positions it (with the last of my blue tak) on the wall next to his idol.
“That’s a f…… good taste!” adorns the paper.
“But, Mum, I didn’t write the whole word! I used dots! And anyway, that’s what I think Gordon Ramsay would say if he was a food critic!!”
Hmm. He does make a point.