OUR annual holiday is just a distant memory, but before I forget it altogether I thought I’d bring you this little gem, overheard in a queue for a ride in Disney’s Magical Kingdom.
Girl, of about five: “I was talking to Mickey Mouse last night and he doesn’t like you any more.
Brother, of about three, through sobs: “But why, I love Mickey.”
Girl: “He doesn’t like you because you won’t do what I tell you to do.”
Brother, after some thought, and with an air of resignation: “What do you want me to do?”
That little girl will go far!
DESPITE varied assurances and promises made over the summer, 14-year-old Isaac is still reluctant to do homework.
Over the summer holidays he said he realised how important this school year was, and was determined to knuckle down and complete all of his homework in good time.
Yet my wife is still checking his homework book nightly and then spending much of her evening checking to see he’s working instead of playing on his XBox 360.
His age of enlightenment lasted four school days.
IT is fair to say my wife is more than a little nervous when 17-year-old Gabriel is behind the wheel of his car.
She’s probably more nervous when she’s not in the car with him, but she knows he’s out and about.
He’s a good driver so I don’t feel too worried when I’m in with him, but the most relaxed person with our newly-qualified driver is Isaac.
He’s just not in the least bit bothered, and no amount of minor indiscretions on wrong lanes will put him off.
Only problem is, much to Gabriel’s annoyance, he has turned into a fully-qualified backseat driver.
There appears to be very little he doesn’t know about driving, even though he has another three years before he can even start his lessons.
THE one thing I miss most about our holiday isn’t the Disney rides, nor the sunshine. It’s the company of my sons.
I was with them both for two solid weeks and loved every minute of it. Now we’re back home, and despite my best efforts, we’re back in the old routine of each of us being in different rooms.
They don’t appear to be anywhere near as frustrated as I am about this state of affairs. When I pointed it out to them, each of them gave me that teenage shrug of indifference.
It’s great to be back – NOT!