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Old New Name

Now almost five, Jai cannot remember when he was Elvis, but I do. These days he enjoys writing his REAL name on every piece of paper he can find.


​Me: What is your name?

Jai: ELVIS!

Right….

Originally posted 9.March.2015 on Facebook


How times change as kids grow up!

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Towards the Son

I am a great Dad:

“Daddy, why do meteorites have tails?”

I did my research to get my facts right:

“They are huge streams of dust and gas burning off as they travel across the galaxy, forming an enormous tail to form, and it points away from the Sun.”

Okay, abreviated version.

Now he has three facewashers in the bath mashed up together swirling around together, forming a wet tail.

Kids. Gotta love ’em.

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Santa’s Surcharge 

Embryos, Galaxies and Sentient Beings: How the Universe Makes LifeJai enjoyed his first Xmas. Now that his command and understanding of the world has become much more sentient, he wants Xmas every day. #facepalm

Every morning I am asked to pretend to be Santa Claus. This morning I changed the incoming response.

{In a husky deep voice}

Ho Ho Ho! Merry Xmas! … oh, I am at Jai’s house again! Young man, I have work to do at the North Pole. You can’t channel me on a whim. My callout fee between January and September will empty your piggy bank! So, whatever you need, go ask your mum!

Dad’s worldwide might want to #highfive me now. But I suspect Santa will be requested again tomorrow. #headsmack

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Backyard Ocean

A good afternoon indeed:

Kangaroo Island, South Australia Sitting on boogie-boards on the grass with Jai. He declared the grass is salt-water, that sharks are friendly and there’s been at least two tornados. He agrees we’ve been out to sea for about three years.

We rang for pizza on an imaginary phone. I said “Two years delivery or it’s free!” Considering how far we both are from dry land, we might be lucky.

We used these large Frisbees as hand sails, steering our boards across the grass, into a dessert island with a big shed on it. Aha, his imagination is amazing!

We visited the lady and little boy in the house, asking for bed and food.

Thankfully his mother played along. She had icy poles and the promise of ice-cream if we stayed for dinner. Jai asked if they had pizza. Nope, but they may have sausages. That appealed.

Aliens Love Underpants! I have been relegated to guarding our boards whilst he further investigates the island. I hear birds twittering in the bush-land and little else. I just hope we don’t spot Aliens or Dinosaurs in underpants. 

Hoping a rescue mission finds us soon. We have been doing this game for almost three hours. Send help or pizza!

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Dear Daddy (Stephen)

Daddy, at least once a week mummy hears you say “Oh, I have a great idea. I must write a kids book about that!”

Sometimes you get the ideas from the crazy things I say. I like that.

But I really wish you would actually write the books.

I like the one about Tyrone the Dinosaur. You told me you already wrote it – but where is it? I haven’t seen it yet. When will I see it?

Today you said you wanted to a kids version of an old movie called ‘Romper Stomper‘. I don’t stomp that much!

Please write them. I hope you can find a publisher. Hey, maybe you can also get your poetry published in 2017!

from your  Loving Son (Jai)