Men and Boys

I was doing some weeding on the terrace. I'd built up both a sweat and an impressive pile of weeds. It was hot so I was wearing a hat, which at the time I thought was incidental.

Leah wandered out and, seeing my endeavour, made an appreciatively loud Ooohhh I'm impressed type of noise. Emboldened by the fact that she was clearly impressed by the sort of figure her green-fingered father cut, I ventured further, seeking yet more adoration for such exploits.

- Yeah, Leah. What do you think? I self-agrandised.

- It's amazing, she replied, playing into my self-agrandising hands.

- What in particular? I milked.

- You're wearing a hat. This was a little deflating. What about the weeds? The toil of the soil, Leah?

- A hat, she repeated, a little bemused. A pause, as if to clarify her thoughts.

- Like a man.

Quote of the Week

Quote of the week:

The scene. Leah, in the morning, about to go to jardín. Maia, quietly, playing on the carpet.  

The jardín asks that kids bring only one toy each day, hence choosing the one morning toy is a cute, if occassionally problematic, part of the morning routine.

Katie: "OK, Leah, do you want to choose a toy?"

Leah: "Ooooooooo - YES!"

Katie: "OK, which one?"

Leah: "Hmm... I think..."

Leah casts her eyes across a seemingly endless expanse of teddies, bags, dolls...

"...maybe..."

Something catches her eye. Mentally, she has made her decision. 

"I will take... "

Finally, she points, decisively: 

"Maia."