We were out having a picnic with four year old Myles when he looked up at the sky and spotted a plane. Wanting to alert the others, he asked if he could point to it. We responded, of course you can point.
The others couldn’t understand why he had asked for permission. That was, until he figured it out in his head and clarified, “So I can point, just NOT at fat people.”
While I’m in Dubai and my family are in Tasmania my four year old son and I have been using Skype to communicate with each other – until their visas are sorted and they can come and join me.
Last night, while chatting away with them, my brother Corey was online also, so I started a three way conference between me in Dubai, my son in Tasmania, and my brother in Brisbane. We were only able to talk, the video didn’t work with three people.
It was interesting right at the start when my brother asked Myles how he was going. Myles paused a little, then asked, “Corey, are you in Dubai?”
I went shopping today and saw loads of cheesey souvenirs, which reminded me of the time I returned from the job interviews and tests in Dubai.
As I was away from family for a number of days, I bought a few gifts for everyone. I especially wanted to get something that Myles would enjoy, so I made a special effort getting things I knew he’d enjoy. There were authentic Emirates planes and airport set, there was a miniture Burj Al Arab, a soft fluffy camel, and other things.
Each of them he liked, but put them down soon after. BUT, when I pulled out the tiny jam bottles I flogged from the hotel, he was in awe! He absolutely loved those, and that’s all he wanted to eat for a little while.
Goes to show, you really don’t need to buy expensive gifts. Although I don’t think hotel supplies are always going to cut it.
On a long haul flight, a mother took her young son to the toilet and
told him she would come back for him, in five minutes.
However, he was finished in two minutes so he left the toilet and
wandered off down the aisle, in the opposite direction from where his
mother was.
Meanwhile, a businessman entered the toilet and locked the door.
After the five minutes were up, the mother knocked on the door and
called out, “Do you need any help with the zipper?”
From behind the door, a startled male voice said, “Good God !! That’s
what I call service!!!”
Today the lady from across the road dropped in to say goodbye to Myles, as they were leaving for Tasmania this morning – before joining me in Dubai in four weeks or so.
Myles, as usual, was straight to the point. When she said goodbye to him, he almost immediately changed the subject when he asked why her son speeds on his motorcycle. She said she didn’t know, but she’d mention it to him. I thought this would be the end, but oh no, Myles just had to mention at that point in time that he was going to become a police officer. I think it could have been deemed a warning shot from the four year old.
The same night we went over to our friends who have kids around the age of my eldest, the kids wanted to use a torch to try and find geckoes. Well, all the girls did, my son didn’t think that sounded very exciting at all.
To try to include him, I suggested they could use the torch to find cane toads as well. My four year old’s eyes lit up, he definitely preferred this option. But curiously he raced away back downstairs to where the toys were. He returned up the stairs triumphantly raising a golf club in one hand, and said to the girls, “Yeah, you take the torch; I’ve got the golf club”.
Maybe I’m not always the best influence on him.
We had dinner with some friends that have children similar ages to my eldest. It was a great night cause the kids could have a ball wearing each other out. Interestingly though they were having so much fun that only the two year old girl slowed down.
Even on the drive home my four year old was still excited.
Finally after he had a drink I laid down the law and said he had to go to sleep. He became a bit puzzled, and said that he didn’t want to so why am I asking him to do that.
Mistakenly I said because I’m the Dad, and I say so.
He lowered his shaking head then defeatingly said, “I wish I could be the father first”.
We joke with a friend of ours who has a Jeep, that his car is poxy. It’s come from my father in law who in his vast 4WD experience has come to the conclusion that American products just don’t measure up.
My four year old son’s very interested in cars, and has been paying attention to our ribbing of Jeeps. It’s a regular gag when our mate comes over that my son asks to see the “poxy car”.
We thought this was the extent of it, but we were following a Jeep – quite different to our mates – and the boy said we were following a Poxy. We asked why he said that. He pointed at the Jeep logo and said, “See – it says Poxy!”
Gold.