Today’s guest post comes from Mike. He’s popped over from The Blog of Thog to write for me today. Here is a little bit about him.
Mike is a thirty three year old parent of one who, when not swearing inappropriately, blogs over at http://thoggy.blogspot.com about anything and everything, aiming to be vaguely funny, and generally managing the vague part.
I’d like to say a big thank you to Mike for writing this great post for my blog. I’m sure you’ll agree it’s a great piece. Please feel free to leave him (and me!) some comments below and don’t forget to pop over and see him at The Blog of Thog.
Over to Mike…
Hi, I’m Mike, and Jaki has kindly let me loose on her blog, and I’d like to talk to you about something very prevalent in my life now, and to give some heads up to Jaki…
You see, I’ve been really enjoying reading Jaki’s posts about her little one who is now three – I remember back to those years, I remember how great it was because my son’s personality really started to come out of himself, his likes, dislikes, how funny he is.
Take this morning – as I write this in our attic at about half past six in the morning, he’s popped up to say hi. I ask him to say something funny.
“I GOT TO HAVE BED TIME!” he tells me, and he produces a green cardigan and a large cushion as a makeshift bed.
Here’s a warning for Jaki (and to everyone who has little ones) – children listen to you.
And talk.
My son is brilliant, but his mind is like a sponge – excellent for learning things, but sometimes you just wish that he would turn off the learning/listening bit when he gets exposed to something that really he shouldn’t get exposed to until he’s a little older.
For example, where we live, we’re lucky enough to have a garage – but, being typical garage owners, our garage is far too full of gardening tools, paint, DIY gubbins, and old cross stitch designs, to fit our car in. So I park it next to the garage. There isn’t a lot of room outside of the garage, so I have to park it quite close to the garage so that I don’t block anyone trying to come past with their cars.
One day when taking my son to school, I misjudged driving out of the semi-space my car was in, and managed to scrape it along the corner of one of the other garages down our ten foot. This was a car that I’d bought only a few weeks before, and without thinking, I shouted out a swear word.
Swearing isn’t big, or clever, and I don’t do it often. However occasionally, honed by years of experience swearing at college, it comes out by reflex.
As soon as it came out, I apologised to my son. But it was too late – he heard it.
Fortunately, he misheard me, and spent the car journey to school shouting “BOOK! Sorry daddy!”, whilst I answered, “Yes darling, look it’s your BOOKbag! We take your bookbag to school, don’t we!”
So I got away with that one. But I’ve been very careful ever since!
Anyway, I must go, he’s gone to play with my little mobile phone tripod and I need to make sure it gets out alive.
Has your little one said anything that you’d rather they hadn’t? Do let me know in the comments!
