Translating Evan
ByThis morning I’m having a chat with Evan. Today, he’s off to a trampolining session at the local leisure centre. So I ask him if he’s looking forward to it. “Yes”, he says followed by “Daddy, where is it?”. Easy answer, “it’s at the Leisure Centre”. Evan: “Which one?” Daddy (that’s me BTW): “The one you do your swimming lessons and mummy goes to the gym”. Evan: “Arse!”.
Hmm…brain stops..wonders how a 4 year old could argue with me as to where his trampolining lesson was to the point that he disagreed enough to say “ARSE”!.
So I look at him, he looks at me and then he says “ours Daddy?”
“Yes, Evan….OURS!”
Phew!
Before you ask, yes, that IS how I speak to Holly. Stupid, I know
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