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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Travelling with my Small Sprog...

'Don't put your feet on my bag' I shout as he clambers into the back of the car.
'Why?'
'There's chocolate biscuits inside'
A squeal of delight emanates from his excited body. This is Small Sprog in overdrive.
He has had a fair day at school, from what I can gather...
'Good day?'
'Yep' That's about all I get. Then he has had his extra maths lesson, which recently always goes down like a lead balloon, and today was no different. But after maths, then, then he has had Granny to play with. Someone to be his audience, to sing his school play songs to, to eat his meal in the grossest way possible in front of, and to practice his guitar with. Oh yes, he has made the most of his Granny this evening in every single way. But bedtime draws near and she has to leave.

She's still not sure of how to find my new house yet so when she arrives I meet her just off the motorway and 'lead' her in. However this also means her following me back out of Bristol again at the end of the trip.

We are running late. It is Small Sprogs bedtime and she has not yet left. He is pixilated, over excited, and he has just discovered the chocolate biscuits. As it turns out, this is a blessing. Munching biscuits whilst taking Mum back to her car means a quite 10 minute outward journey for us all.

However, after dropping her off, back in my car he was refuelled and raring to go. He was full volume with the remote lost under the sofa, sort of loud. He was chocolate high and sugar infused and nothing was going to keep him down!

He started to recite TV adverts. This is one of his specialities, you have to hear it to believe it. And the advert of choice today was... The Meerkats. He can do a convincing Serge and Alexander, he knows the lines, could pass for a soviet spy with his accent and if he can't remember the content exactly, he makes it all up. Once done he can repeat 'Computermabob' over and over again without getting tired of hearing it. If only it was the same for me! If you have managed to avoid these ads and have no idea about 'The Battle of Fearlessness' then I am willing to rent him out for as long as necessary. If I hear him mention fur balls and 'simples' once more tonight I'll...

It was only a 10 minute journey back home, seemed longer, and he hardly stopped for breath.

Summer holiday in North Wales anyone? I mean, someone has to drive him there don't they?!



12 comments:

Maggie May said...

He sounds an action packed little boy with boundless energy and three cheers for Granny amusing him like that!
Maggie X

Nuts in May

Saz said...

Mmmmm...good day though....north wales..yeah why not?!


saz x

BS5 Blogger said...

"Quiet down! Is only Furball!"

All sounds delightful fom here:)

Steve said...

Sounds like both of my boys put together - wish I had half their energy!

Furtheron said...

You wouldn't want him any other way... would you?

nick said...

I think I'll pass on your very generous offer of renting him out for as long as I fancy. It might just bring on my 19th nervous breakdown....

Carol said...

Hehehehe, I think Small Sprog sounds fab!!

C x

Suburbia said...

It's alright Maggie, she didn't do it single handed!!!


No Furtheron, I certainly wouldn't (most of the time!)

the eternal worrier is: said...

Are they chocolate digestives? I love them so much.

Rose said...

I'm not familiar with this commercial, but I'm not sure I want to rent Small Sprog for the day:)

This must be why my son and daughter-in-law have forbidden me to give the grandkids chocolate candy:)

Rob-bear said...

He may be high energy, but would you prefer a couch-sitting sloth? I think not (at least most of the time).

Kitty said...

My text tone on my mobile phone at the moment is Alexsandr saying "You are having a message. Simples." :D x