Here is the Climber pictured with his autobiography from the Open Morning at school today. I've been helping out in the classroom with these so I've been aware of what's gone into them, and have to admit to feeling some disappointment in the Climber's answer to the question
what would you like to be or do when you grow up? Fixit and I were
kinda hoping that he could be a well-paid high-flyer of some sort to make up for the shortfall in our superannuation plans. Premier-league footballer and prize-winning author have been bandied about from our end. But for the last month while this autobiography project has been going on, Climber has stuck to his guns. What he would like to be when he grows up is ...
... "a Shop-Keeper."
Of course being a kind mother I have never suggested that I wasn't that enamoured of his choice of profession. BUT!! I cynically suspected his motives to be based on a desire to have lots and lots of lollies at his disposal, all day every day. Silly me. I forgot about my child's kind, kind heart! I forgot that 2 days ago we'd read an amusing book about a Dad who embarrassed his kids by making duck noises when he dropped them off at school and when the Mum in the story said he couldn't take the kids anymore because of the embarrassing duck noises the Dad got all indignant and ran out of the house just wearing a bathtowel (post-shower) quacking like a duck, so the family locked him out of the house in the rain with only his towel on until he promised never to quack like a duck, and I forgot this story made the Climber burst into tears because he was so worried about the Dad in the story and say it was the worst book he'd ever read.
This is why the Climber wants to be a shopkeeper:
However, lest you think I am raising a potential saint, I will also throw in this story. Our school has a great canteen which is partly staffed by parent volunteers, and apparently the kids get very excited and proud if their parent works on canteen. I haven't done it yet, I'm hoping to put it off until both boys are at school. But then Climber asked me:
Climber: When are you going to work at the canteen?
Stomper: I don't know darling. Why? Would you like me to?
Climber: Yeah.
Oh, I think. He wants me at the canteen so he can feel proud and special. Then:
Climber: Then you can make lots of money.
Stomper: Err...for the school?
Climber: No. For us. You could make lots of dollars by selling all that stuff.
Stomper :
*explain, explain, yada yada, school needs money to buy more food to sell at canteen and extra to help run the school etc etc*Climber: Oh.
*thinks* Well. You could just slip a dollar into your pocket when no-one was looking...
*Looks a bit embarrassed. Decides to about-face on previous suggestion*
Climber: You wouldn't do that.
Stomper: No.
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Guess what? I went the hack on Cherub's hair. Look.
Photos of the Shorn Sheep next time. Don't worry, nothing too drastic.
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And now, for some knitting content.
*Do not adjust your reception.*
*There really is going to be Knitting Content on This Blog.*
So there's a sentence I thought I'd never write. That's the sort of the thing you read on all those Crafty Blogs where clever people make gorgeous things and non-crafters like me look on longingly like orphans outside a sweetshop. But I had another knitting lesson with
Craftymum and this week I learned
purl (again with the words I thought would never cross this blog) so behold my stocking stitch people.
Dada!
Not bad going for an absolute beginner. (I decided not to show you the side with the gaping hole from the dropped stitch)
