Lady-shoes

From a friend: "Felix and I were talking about his Scottish relatives and he said he likes going there and visiting them but you have to be in the car for sooooo looooooooooooooong, and I said I know, I'm going to Scotland on a train next Friday and you have to be on the train for sooooo looooooooong too, and he very sweetly asked me for the name of my friend in Scotland and said next time he's in Scotland he will ask his granny if she knows her because she probably does as they both live in Scotland."

And another, from same friend: "he was telling me about playing tennis with his dad. Are you good at tennis, I asked. Yes, I go like this, WHOOF, and like this, WHACK [with enthusiastic miming to indicate Federer-like tennis skill]. Is your dad good at tennis? No, because he's a big person so he can't always remember the rules."

And from me:

Him: "Is that a good DVD, Mummy?"

Me: "Pans Labyrinth? Well, it's for grown-ups, so a bit boring and scary for you. But yes, it's good."

Him: "I like scary things."

Me: "You wouldn't like this, honey. Grown-ups like different things to children."

Him: "But you liked the Silver Surfer..."


And finally:

Him, head on one side: "That really suits you Mummy. You should wear nice lady-shoes with it."

"I did wear nice lady-shoes with it."

"No Mummy, they were just sandals."


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