Uniform

Sam has to attend Brownies from time to time, if I’m going to be late back or have a school governor meeting. In this he is rather like his father; until I was old enough to stay home I used to go to Brownies with my mum, left on my own in the kitchen while she looked after other people’s kids.*

One difference is that Sam apparently feels it’s a somewhat formal occasion, so if he’s going to be there for more than a few minutes he likes to go in his Cub uniform. The Brownie leader assumed he had a meeting straight after, and was quite taken aback to find that wasn’t the case.

* I know that Brown Owl reads this, so I feel honour-bound to point out that I deliberately made that sound worse than it was! In fact a lot of the time one of the Brownie mums took me home and stuck me in front of the TV with a packet of kids in their big fancy house, which impressed me greatly at the time.

Peaches

Transcript of a conversation between Lauren and me this morning, on the subject of peaches:

Me: And where do peaches come from?

Lauren (in a resigned, humouring Dad voice): A can.

Me: And who put them there?

Lauren: A man. In a factory, downtown.

(Explanation: This video is what we’re talking about. What impressed me is that it’s some years since we last discussed this important issue, so I can only conclude that it is now a permanent part of her childhood.)

Sleep

Both kids had sleepovers this weekend; Lauren stayed home with a couple of friends, while Sam was at Kyle’s with 2-3 other boys. He claims that they didn’t sleep at all, and while we were a little dubious he may not have been exaggerating too much; without telling us he put his PJs on and went to bed around 5:30pm, and 12 hours later he’s still asleep.

Interruptions

Sam is currently watching The Clone Wars. He has no problem having a conversation during it, and I only just realized that it’s because he knows he’s going to watch it several dozen times, so why worry about missing a bit this time round.

Panto

Sam was in the school pantomime this week. He takes these things very seriously, so throughout his time as a field mouse he didn’t smile once. Field mice don’t smile, right?


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