Yesterday’s corner time: 6 Minutes.
In the morning, I had to visit a school with my parents. I’m not quite sure why but they kept asking me if I liked it. They don’t normally ask my opinion but they seemed very keen to do so yesterday, which was nice of them.
Thinking about it, I appear to be spending a lot more time at pre-school nowadays. I always seem to be going. I don’t really have a good concept of time but I’m sure that I’m attending far more often than before.
I think this may be part of a larger conspiracy by my parents to get rid of me. The Head Teacher of the school yesterday described how the older kids go away for a week’s outward bound course. I overheard Dad whispering to Mum that he couldn’t wait and that it was only six years away. He was quite excited.
In the afternoon, as it was raining, we visited an indoor play area and met up with Emily.
I was running around so much that I became very, very sweaty. So sweaty in fact that Mum decided to swap my tracksuit trousers for a spare pair of Emily’s pink shorts.
At that precise moment, any remaining street credibility that I may have had disappeared along with my tracksuit into my Mum’s bag. What was she thinking? It was social suicide.
To compensate, I had to whack anyone who gave me a second look. But as these numbered quite a few, it took up all my time.
When I got home, I wandered into Dad’s office hoping for a sympathetic ear only to find that he’s started a daily countdown chart to the outward bound course. It’s set to 2190.
Matthew.
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14 comments:
Ha!! Can you blame your dad with all you put him through?? As for the shorts - well, it could have been nothing ;).
My son is three and like you he's on a permenant look out for trouble!
Dr John asked me to pop by
oh you must have looked so cute in those shorts..sorry, i know they were pink but you are such a cutie no matter what you be wearing you still be adorable..
a most enjoyable post once more. i do always love my stops here..
keep on being fun and having a blast..live for all of us kiddo..
sent here by dr.John..a man with a big kid in him still and we love it that way.
You and my son wouls get along great (he's five).
I am visiting with Dr. John who sends me to all these blogs I am to read but I am never to go alone to a strangers site (my mother said) so I am taking him with me.
Like the boy named Sue - you've got to be tough to survive pink pants on the playground. ;-)
Hey Matt! Whassup, yo? Don't be dissin' about the pink shorts, bro... That look is PIMP!
Drop into Dr. John's 'hood and we'll kick it old school...
Hi Matthew,
not bad for a three year old
I'm to huff, I'm to puff
and if this house does not fall
let you know, not to forget later
on Dr john @ fortesslinna to call
you think you got problems now????? wait till you grow up!! here from Dr John.
Dr. John let me come out of my corner to stop in and say hello.
Pink is just a rosy shade of beige.
Here playing six degrees of dr john.
hey, don't be too upset about the pink shorts- your mom could have made you wear the white rabbits' pink sweater to go with them! Dr. John has a naughty corner too but he keeps his naughty boys and girls in by having an old lady stand guard with a big old shotgun.
Listen, you survived the pink pants, you can survive anything life throws you -- even all of us semi-strangers parading through your life once a month courtesy of Dr. John.
Hi! Liked reading through your blog.Thanks for sharing .In a way Thanks to Dr John for sending me .
Wish you well
PINK shorts?!?
Ooooo, that's rough.....
Ah well, you got some good whacking practice there...
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