BOOTS - The Story

These are my son's boots.They have been sitting outside my front door for 8 weeks.

My son was coerced into leaving them out there to "air" after the smell in the house overcame us all.

Six weeks ago today, my son went off to camp. His boots were outside the door when he left for camp despite several "suggestions" to move them.

He is due home the day after tomorrow.

The question is: How long will it take him to move his boots from outside the front door?

I am going to keep track of the boots.

You Pay For It Mum....

My youngest son had clearly outgrown his bicycle. This was strikingly obvious as his knees hit his chin with each revolution of the wheel.

It was time for a new bike.

Times being what they are, I suggested to my son that he buy a bike with his own pocket money. He agreed and scoured the internet until he had found the bike of his 7 year old dreams.

Pocket money in hand, he headed for the door. With one foot out the door, he stopped abruptly and turned to me with a thoughtful gaze...

He suggested to me that I should pay for his bike. He went on to explain that he had taken 7 years to save his $47 worth of pocket money and he didn't want to spend it all on a bike that he would probably outgrow in a year. What's more, he added, once he spent his pocket money, it would be gone whereas I get money every week from my job. Therefore, using his 7 year old logic, I should pay for the bike!

Oh life through the eyes of a child...