Wot, no cheese???

Ahhh children.. *sigh* the gift bestowed on us by the ever fruitful goddess of Fertility.... a pressie that just keeps right on giving.....

Though recent events are adding fuel to my theory that the jinx thingy is genetic and becomes active as puberty approaches........

Dear Ol Dan.... *giggle* he has been working his little socks off at School to make a hat, and yesterday he brought it home... with the biggest grin I've yet to see on a child, he took it out of its tender wrapping of a torn mars bar wrapper... and whilst still in the car, placed it with loving care onto his noggin....

"Look mum!! Look in the mirror!!"

So I looked and peered, and nearly crashed the car, I was trying so so desperately, no to laugh out loud!!!

For there in all his glory sat my son, wearing a very respectable beany type hat, navy blue with yellow stripes, nowt wrong with that....and his initial sewn on the front... but without the surname part of the initial.. he was sat there with the biggest grin, wearing a hat with the world's largest D on it, in vivid red.....! LMAO!!! Ah dear... you gota love 'em... which brings me to Jack....

Jack is 9 and Jack is in love.... the object of his affection is a lovely liitlle gal caled Mary... they haven't yet spoken, in fact the relationship seems to be based on a large amount of staring, looking away hurriedly then going back to staring.... so sweet.... Last night he decided to take matters into his own hands... the torture of staring and not speaking was becoming too much for his young heart to stand.... so he wrote her a letter...

"I really, really like you, would you be my girlfrreind... I won't touch you or anything.."

And he waited with bated breath for the object of his desire to realize that he is the one for her.... trouble is... I sent a letter in to school to about flute lessons.... seems Mary opened the one about flute lessons, and the school secretary ... has a slight smile on her lips.......thank gawd for the Easter hols and a chance for something else to distract from the genetic mutation that is a jinx.... speaking of which.. I hope you all have a wonderful, pagany, dancing with wreathes on yer head Easter... and no shooting the Easter bunny... tis a no no....