5/27/10

My best proposal yet!

Can I get married? Please mum?
Oh, I'm not sure. To whom?
To you.

5/25/10

Male bonding

Discussion in the back seat:
-Say "Real Madrid sucks"
-Real Madrid poo?
-Close enough, Son.

Waking

He tiptoes into my bed and lies twitching, points to his wide open eyes: "I can't sleep, look, I'm all open!"

Growing up

-What do you want to be when you grow up?
-Not a Robot.

5/24/10

In Antibes

Standing in front of a sligthly too "fresh" fish display at the Antibes markets: "Look, they're talking."

5/12/10

Toilet training

Resigned, on the toilet: "Mummy, my poo button doesn't work".

5/1/10

Art attack

I try to excite Mr T into a small gallery in Sollér: "These paitings are by a man called Miró, aren't they pretty?" Mr T gasps with (genuine) excitement. I feel (pretentious) pride as he leaps forward: "REALLY? Wow, what is it? A fire hose?" My heart sinks as I see my son in front of the wall-hung fire equipment: "Yes. It is".