Emo

Last week, I saw something so every day, and yet profoundly moving, that I actually welled up. A man crossed the road to meet his 11 year old son on his way home from school. Neither of them broke step, but the dad put his hand on the boy’s shoulder and lifted his backpack. The boy shrugged out of the bag, and they walked on up the road together, the dad carrying the bag.

It was clearly so routine, and all so unspoken, that I found it almost unbearable. Yet it reaffirmed my faith in the world.

I think it would be fair to say that I am in a somewhat heightened emotional state at the minute.  But it was so lovely.

27/09/2009. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

Hillary kicking ass. Love it.

Go Clinton

19/09/2009. Uncategorized. 1 comment.

Shocker

I read an article today that pondered whether ‘conditional parenting’, whereby parents turn up the affection when kids are good, and withhold affection when they’re not, was bad for children’s development. I’m not going to blog on that topic, but it reminded me of some of the funniest bad parenting I’ve ever seen.

We had spend the afternoon at Castle Espie, feeding the ducks and generally having a fine old time. Having one last go in the playground before heading home, we heard a boy of around 7 screaming in what sounded a lot like rage. His dad was standing in front of him holding half a chocolate bar saying “I’ve eaten half of it due to your bad behaviour”. The boy was on the ground by now, apoplectic. “If you don’t calm down, I’m going to eat the rest of it”. The boy did not calm down. The dad ATE THE REST OF IT!

We all looked on, Rich and I in disbelief, the boys in fascination as to what was making him make that noise. Well my sons, that boy’s dad is a tool, and that boy will be having a lot of therapy later on.

Now, who wants a Milky Way?

16/09/2009. Uncategorized. 2 comments.