prEMOnition

If they still have emo bands in the year 2020, I’m sure my son will be singing for one. As I gently encouraged him today to walk the final few steps up a lovely frosty hillside path so we could take a different route down he demanded:

“What about my feelings, Dad? You never think about my feelings!”

I can just see that one fermenting away and coming out again in angsty teenage lyrics…

I’m off Ebay

Now, you may be expecting some tale about how I’ve decided not to waste any more money on cheap, sight-unseen goods off dubious online retailers. But you’d be wrong.

I’ve been trying to coach my son to be a bit more self-reliant getting to sleep, rather than just reading him story after story until he drops off, which is a bit like a sedative, really. So tonight I primed him – ok, I’m going to say goodnight now. I’ll come back in 5 minutes and see how you’re doing. Remember what to do? Close your eyes, relax and think of nice things.

So I came back in 5 (or maybe 8) minutes…

- I’m not having a nice time. I keep trying to think of nice things, but I can only think of yukky things.

Aw…

- Like, what if I fell down off the ladder of my bunk bed?

(Lots of reassurance about railings etc)

- You’re my nicest thing to think about.

Awww….

- You’re off Ebay.

Awwwwww….!