Posts Tagged ‘wisdom’

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Gabe

Gabe has knowledge and scepticism in abundance. Yet belief in Father Christmas has survived well into his tenth year. Today he asked L whether Santa would bring something as expensive as a DS game. L said he probably wouldn’t. Suddenly Gabe’s knowledge burst in: how can Santa get over the copyright problem of making and giving DS games. Do parents give the presents, he suggested. L, suppressing laughter at the proto-lawyer’s concern for intellectual property, failed to apply the coup de grace and innocence was preserved.

Eliza

Eliza has written her letter to Santa:

Dear Father Christmas I would really like… a neclase that is the same as my other one but if there isnt the same one just one that is like it. And because I lost the ring that you gave me last time can I have a butterfly ring please. And can I have a few chocolates. And can I have a new cup for my lunch box. Love from Eliza

Eliza responded to Robin’s 25 metre badge by earning her 50 metre badge three days later.

Robin

Robin took the day off school. A temperature, a headache, but nothing very serious. While I managed my work emails, Robin sat in the kitchen drawing the Spanish football team. Eleven little figures, each with spiky hair, jazz hands, cylinder bodies and stick legs, distributed across three sheets of A4, playing under two suns; ten with red shirts and blue shorts and one all in green.

4-3-3 formation

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Parents evening

L had meetings with both Eliza’s and Robin’s teachers.

Eliza

Eliza continues to prosper at school. Her new teacher speaks as highly of her attitude and progress as her previous teacher. Eliza’s reading age has been measured as 9 yrs 7 months – over 2.5 years above her breathing age.

Robin

Robin attracted praise for his attentiveness and willingness to learn. L was asked if he has a drum kit at home. “No”, she replied. “Well,” the teacher explained, “he has an amazing sense of rhythm.”

The following day, L had to sign the accident book on picking Robin up from school. The record stated, “Robin ran round and round in a circle, until he fell over and bumped his head on a tree.”

Gabe

Gabe has invented a club, called something to do with lizards. Membership, rules, crest, meeting times and location, password protocol are all documented on an A4 sheet. The members – friends, parents and, to his great pleasure, Robin – are allocated roles: messenger, guard, ideas thinker, etc. It’s a hypothetical club, but intriguing enough for Eliza to invent her own. It’s not yet made it off the paper, something Gabe seemed to be conscious of when he asked me if I had made up clubs when I was his age; and, were they always really unsuccessful?

Eat like a lion

the right kind of chops

Robin

Several weeks ago, Robin told L that he wanted to eat meat. L asked what he meant, as his limited diet does include ham and sausages. Robin explained that he wanted to eat like a lion. Cue an opportunity for me to see if he would join me so I was no longer the only eater of unprocessed red meat in the family.

I bought some lamb chops from our local butcher and grilled them for our tea. Robin’s response was swift. ‘Disgusting’. I encouraged him to try another morsel.
‘What are they?’
‘Lamb chops’.
‘But I wanted real chops, chop chops, not these.’

Eliza

Eliza helped me prepare the mashed potato for this meal. She stood on a chair at the kitchen worktop and peeled the potatoes. I hovered around her, asking her to move her fingers away from the stroke of the peeler. On and on she peeled. I drifted from nervous to clock-watching. Five medium sized potatoes took Eliza 25 minutes to peel as she chipped away at their skin, eventually producing a very through job, and hundreds of flakes of potato skin for the compost.

Gabe

Gabe asserts his seniority by coming downstairs after bath, usually to watch tv. It’s a status he adores, but one that he’s too nervous to take up if neither L nor I are downstairs. So when L is out and I have to put the other two to bed, Gabe feels the minutes wasting away as he waits in his room, or on the landing, or at my shoulder.

Last week, he found a way of speeding up his trip downstairs, as well as gaining my approval. While I read with Eliza, Gabe read a story to Robin, sang him a song and put him to bed. The ‘story’ comprised extracts from a children’s atlas. Gabe delightedly claimed to be angered by the atlas – it named an Eastern European country as Yugoslavia, despite being published in the last 10 years; and it identified the Nile as the world’s longest river, a title Gabe explained that has been handed to the Amazon after its source was discovered further into the South American continent.

Creation myth

Robin

Driving home from his egg-free, swine flu inoculation, Robin chattered to L about where he had come from. At the heart of his story was the explanation that, before he was born, Robin lived in the sea. It was there that he saw L and chose her as his Mummy.

Eliza

Eliza’s make believe games tend to involve animals, baby animals or princesses. Invariably, they unfold in short episodes, rather than have any sustained narrative. Each episode, often only 30 seconds long, is preceded by Eliza asserting “pretend”, followed by a short explanation or order about what is going to happen. “Pretend… pretend… pretend..” punctuates the game.

Gabe

The school has agreed, unwillingly, to move Gabe to the year 4 class. Friday afternoon, after my brief conversation with the head-teacher, his current teacher, Miss B, asked Gabe if he wanted to change classes. Gabe explained to me in the evening that he had said that he didn’t want to – he hadn’t wanted to hurt her feelings.