Kinda Horrigans

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Wednesday 18 January 2012: Let us examine this picture...

691/365: ... the evidence is clear... my son is very strange.

Or at least, he's kinda weird. He's gone from sulking that a girl in his class is 6 days older than him (it was her birthday today - how DARE she have her birthday before him!!!) to spending the evening making her a present. And making a hat which he's stuck the present on so that in the morning he can walk in to the classroom going 'diddle lup diddle lup diddle ler ta da!!!' and display the present proudly. The present itself is a stick he's coloured in. And wrapped up with a mish mash of Christmas paper. I could almost wish I were able to take him into school tomorrow just to see this feat of crazy! Oh, and it also has a dance that goes with it which is all a bit Dick Van Dyke.

As you can see from this shot, he's also sulking (again). His pouty lip is out and his eyes are downcast. The reason? He can't get it to fit perfectly on his head and I dared to cut a bit of sellotape to adjust it. 'YOU made it now! Not ME!!!', he wailed, bottom lip quivering. 'I just cut the sellotape', I splutter, dragged into justifying myself while he howls. If I didn't help him, he'd howl. I help him. He howls. He really should be getting ready for bed, but he's been engrossed in making the weird 'present hat' for the last hour. And I decide I NEED to take a picture of him regardless just because the idea of making a present for someone and then giving it to them sellotaped to your head is so weird, it needed recording!

I won't be able to see him present the present (gotta love the weirdness of the English language that makes present sound two different ways within a breath of each instance), however, as I'm going to a funeral. Which, so it turns out, is one of those events that when you say to someone that you're going to a funeral, no-one quite knows how to react. I was due to be at an Away Day tomorrow, but when I say I'm not going to be in, the reaction is 'lucky you'... and then I say 'I'm going to a funeral'... and that's the tumbleweed moment...

PS This rubbish photo and minor observation on life brought to you care of me...
PPS And a load of blippy waffle.

* I swapped this photo out for a really blurry shot because I'd rather have the memory of this (and lose my normal couple of subscribers who hate kiddie blips!), than have the blurry 'messing about with bokeh' traffic shot instead!

UPDATE: Hahahaha! Within 20 minutes, I was one subscriber down! :o)))

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