I was talking with my nine year old Alexander this evening. I asked him through the pleasure of having him sprawled over my lap and telling me about school whether he fancied growing up or whether he had it too good the way it was. (I remember at that age thinking that the responsibilities of growing up were not too flash and I’d be happy to stay in the cocoon of childhood forever.) Alexander said that he’d been thinking that it would be good to stop at the 130 centimetres he is now. “When you’re 130 centimetres you can go on all the rides.”
Careful, Alexander! Look what happened to other little boys who did not grow up. Yeah, I am talking Bush, Howard and Blair….
And the clothes are less expensive too!
Ohh…not all the rides Alexander – although I was a little disappointed, my 143 cm son was less so to see a minimum of 150cm on one (upside down) ride at the Canberra show last weekend.
cheers,
Christopher