July 2, 2009
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JB is my 4 year old. His mother made him a chocolate milkshake, with a blob of ice-cream floating in it. However, at first sight, JB obliviously misidentified the ice-cream. With glee he announced:
It’s even got bread in it!
So, I asked my good lady if she could make one for me, too. Yum!
June 24, 2009
This week JB, my 4-year old said to me:
When I die, I’ll be able to see my skeleton, won’t I Daddy?
I wasn’t sure were to begin with this one.
April 24, 2009
When your son wants to play trains
A father must build railways
Until the lad gets bored waiting
And goes off to play cars instead.
March 31, 2009
Like any healthy 4-year-old, Jonathan is figuring out the world around him. Sometimes his conclusions can be quite amusing. This morning the conversation went something like this:
JB: When am I going to die, Daddy?
Me: Not until you’re very, very, very, very, very, very old. So, it isn’t something you have to worry about at the moment.
JB: When we die, we’ll all go to heavan to see Grandad, won’t we?
Me: Yes, that’s right.
JB: When will you die, Daddy?
Me: Not until I’m very, very, very, very, very, very old.
JB: That will be soon, then, won’t it?
July 8, 2008
My son, JB, is now 3½. A couple of days ago I caught him singing these words to himself:
Open your heart, open your heart, open your heart
I wondered what he was thinking, so when he stopped singing, I asked him about it.
JB, what do you think is in your heart?
JB, after a moment’s pause:
Well, I’ve got love in my heart.
Mummy, what have you got in yours?
L (my wife):
I’ve got love in my heart, too.
So, JB, what do you think is in your heart?
JB (no pause this time):
April 2, 2008
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