DD popped over last night to finish tightening the bolts on the youngest’s bedroom trapeze.
Even my ex gave it the thumbs up.
He dropped over to my place when I wasn’t around and texted saying: “Swing set makes the youngest (and me) very cheerful. What a great thing to do for her. She is totally thrilled and it just made me laugh (in a good way).”
I replied: “I am mad. But you’re only a kid for such a short time.”
I’ve also laid squares of interlocking fake grass all over the floor. It’s quite something.
I’m not sure if it was meant as a thank-you gift, but the youngest bought me a necklace at a local school fair. She presented it to me last night, along with a sun-catcher she’d made.
Her dad had given her $15 to spend at the fair and she blew $10 of it on her mum. I was very touched.
She also thrust a poem she’d written at school into my hands.
It was lovely. My nine-year-old old is smart as a whip, but not the most academic of kids.
Her brain works in the most fascinatingly different way to mine. She took one look at our how-to-chain-the-hammock-up dilemma and offered the perfect solution. I’d just been staring blankly at it, thinking it was a lost cause, but she knew exactly what to do.
She nailed her poetry assignment too.
Here it is …
The sea is a huge elephant,
crashing on the steaming sand,
water sizzling in the hot sun.
It is a huge tongue,
licking up and down, in and out.
It is a rough rhino,
crashing down on the glimmering sand.
It is a raging horse,
galloping across the shimmering horizon.
The sea is a racing rocket,
zooming from the beach.
It is a whistling bird,
flying in the fresh air.
It is a rushing person,
tripping over the shimmering rocks.
Nice one, Pook!
Song of the day: Robbie Williams “Dream a little dream”