This morning Climber spied a small soccer ball from his marble set on the ground. As is the wont of young boys, he began to kick it along accompanied by his own commentary. Don't you love it when you see kids doing that? Especially when they get really excited at their own amazing sporting prowess;
yes he's taken a screamer oh it's unbelievable the crowd have gone wild etc. Climber's commentary ran along these lines, but also included a challenge to his younger brother who was standing watching:
Oh and Climber's got the ball he's going to kick it past Cherub, is Cherub going to get it? NO! He just stands there and Climber kicks it on, he's going to score... YES!! It's a goal! Satisfied, Climber lost interest and wandered off.
So then, monkey-see-monkey-do, Cherub ran out to try his hand ..err, foot..and I heard the following 3 lines of commentary, in his best solemn commentator's voice:
Oh and I've got the ball.
Oh and now, I've got the ball.
And now, the soccer ball is losed.
Maybe the cat can find it for us later.
Maybe the cat can find it for us later.
