Despite his early protestations, the Microbe has surprised us all by continuing to skip off merrily to the park every Sunday to “play football” with his ex-nursery pals.
This weekly shenanigan is still going strong, entirely thanks to the patience and perseverance of two sporty dads – lets call them Captain Whistle and Gary Goalposts – who have taken it upon themselves to coach the unruly lot. G has settled well into the role of ‘chief skulker’ and I am proving to be a natural at ‘absentee parent’ – (believe me, it’s for the best).
Anyway I digress…
Today I was chatting to one of the other mums who told me that last week’s session was especially comical, now that one of the dads has decided to expand beyond football and start them on rugby. (We live in Twickenham – it was inevitable).
Apparently the Microbe got hold of the ball at one point and ran with it – and promptly got the shock of his life when he was chased and tackled to the ground by 5 other boys. After bursting into tears and having it explained to him that this is entirely a reasonable thing to happen to you when you play rugby, he changed his game and declared with triumph that you can avoid being tackled entirely if you simply drop the ball and run away. Hee! The spirit of Daria as alive and well, ladies and gentlemen.
Oh, dear god… how on earth can be it be time to pick the boy up from school already? I swear it’s been FIVE MINUTES since he went.
Damn it – I had loads more to ramble on about. It shall have to wait…