Hitler was a hypocrite.
Boy One broke wind right there, next to me. It’s such a usual occurrence that I ignored it, however, the Panther was in chivalrous mood. Here’s the conversation that followed:
Me: “Boy One it’s time you learned what hypocritical means.”
Panther: “Oh yeah.”
Boy One: “What’s hypocritical?”
Me: “Well it’s when someone tells someone else to do or not do something that they do themselves?”
Panther: “Very funny.”
Me talking to Boy One but looking pointedly at the Panther of News: “Can you think of an example?”
Boy One: “Yes. I understand. It’s Adolf Hitler.”
Dave the Funky Shoulder Monkey is a popular member of the family.
Boys One and Two were away visiting their dad last weekend. On the day of their return I texted Boy Two to express my excitement about his impending return. His reply: “Yeah, just bring the new monkey.”
Learning is messy. You can’t make a boy’s horizons expand without breaking an egg or two, spilling flour on the floor, pouring maple syrup on the table, getting soot on your face, sitting in a puddle and eating bum cream.
Water finds the shortest route. When someone steps in a puddle deeper than the top of their wellies the water has to go somewhere. This was a lesson the Panther of New learned when he put Boy Three on his shoulders towards the end of a rainy day walk. That somewhere was the back of his neck.
You can set up your own fundraising page at the Walk The Walk website. Visit mine, if you like. Donate cash, if you like. Please.
The Big Society might have something to do with me, even if it is irritating. I wrote a piece about Big Society and what it might mean – I have to admit I’m such a lightweight I hadn’t really thought about it before. Now it’s just made me cross – meddling, patronising government.