Thursday, 26 May 2016

Ever Wondered What Darth Vader Would Look Like If He Went Swimming?


At least according to Gilby. 

A small insight into the mind of a six-year-old boy. You're welcome. No, I didn't have an answer, either.

Currently reading: Look Who's Back by Timur Vermes

Monday, 9 May 2016

Malfunctioning Jumpsuits

Eddie's latest obsession is with wearing a vampire bat costume that he got at Halloween last year.

For the last few days he has lived in it.  Including during yesterday's 26 degree heat. On the plus side, this meant that I didn't have to be overly concerned about sunscreen - since it covers more or less every inch of him.

Here he is, bottom left, wielding his devilish pitchfork. (He does that metaphorically, most days, but this is an actual one.  Or at least one made out of plastic.)

This morning, whilst getting ready for gymnastics (in obligatory bat costume - Grandfather was taking him, I didn't have to worry about explaining that one...) he noticed that the label said it was a 'jump suit'.

I was impressed. This reading lark is really taking effect.

Except that he had a major concern.  'So, it says it is a 'jump suit', but it doesn't actually jump.  Do we need to take it back?

Currently reading: A Brief History of Seven Killings by Marlon James

Monday, 2 May 2016

Food, Glorious Food and a Serious Case of Mouth Exhaustion

Food is a battleground.

If it is healthy, has a vegetable in it, is mildly spicy, in any way exotic or interesting, then it is very likely to be rejected, often without even being tried.

Eddie is the worst culprit, and will often say that he 'hates' something - even it that something was his favourite last Tuesday.

He knows that I get fed up with a simple, 'I don't like it', and so he tried a new one tonight:

"Mummy, I can't eat this.  My lips are tired."

I must remember that. And remember to use it as I reach for a third glass of wine.

Currently reading: A Room Swept White by Sophie Hannah