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I spent the last couple of hours (in and around my lunch break and 45 minutes or so on either side) with my 6 year old son. As half term break begins today, he was off school at 12.30. So I picked him up, did a couple of jobs for work I needed to do - shopping chores and took him to the dreaded golden arches.
We did have an interesting conversation regarding The Dark is Rising and its arrival in cinemas here. He asked if I had read the book and I replied that I had.
"When?" he asked.
"I read the first one when I was about your age." Ok a lie, a white lie, but he needs to think mummy was a child prodigy. I think it was read to me, which isn't so different to a 6 year old.
He thought about this and then asked, "What? 120,000 years ago."
Thank you darling!
He also expressed some concern about earthquakes and whether we got them in Ireland. I said sometimes, but were usually out at sea and they weren't strong. That lead to a much more worrying question.
"Do we get salamis?"
"Salamis? Like on pizza?" We were in the supermarket afterall. He gave me that look. If you know a kid, you know the look. It's the one that says you've clearly lost your mind, mother, and why do I always have to deal with it?
"No. Salamis. Giant waves!"
I didn't have the heart to correct him. Or the breath (I couldn't stop laughing).
:D
We did have an interesting conversation regarding The Dark is Rising and its arrival in cinemas here. He asked if I had read the book and I replied that I had.
"When?" he asked.
"I read the first one when I was about your age." Ok a lie, a white lie, but he needs to think mummy was a child prodigy. I think it was read to me, which isn't so different to a 6 year old.
He thought about this and then asked, "What? 120,000 years ago."
Thank you darling!
He also expressed some concern about earthquakes and whether we got them in Ireland. I said sometimes, but were usually out at sea and they weren't strong. That lead to a much more worrying question.
"Do we get salamis?"
"Salamis? Like on pizza?" We were in the supermarket afterall. He gave me that look. If you know a kid, you know the look. It's the one that says you've clearly lost your mind, mother, and why do I always have to deal with it?
"No. Salamis. Giant waves!"
I didn't have the heart to correct him. Or the breath (I couldn't stop laughing).
:D
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