family: October 2004 Archives
Here's a little snippet from a conversation I had with my son this evening:
Son: "Dad, come over here and help me build a Lego robot!"
Me (reading the newspaper): "H'mmm..... yeah...... ok"
Son: "Come on!"
Me: (still reading): "Mmmm"
He then gets up, walks over to me, puts his hand to my temple and pretends to flick a switch, providing a neat little clicking sound effect as well.
Me: (looking up from newspaper): "H'mmm?"
Son: "Now your brain is switched on, you can move. Come on!"
After that, what alternative did I have?
Last week I rented E.T. - the Extra Terrestrial from Screen Select. I thought "This will be great, I haven't seen it for years and years and I'm sure my son will love watching it with me." Or something like that anyway. I had the DVD in the house for a few days before even getting it out of the packet. I wanted to savour the moment (sad, I know).
So Saturday rolls around eventually (doesn't the weekend take absolutely FOR EVER to arrive?) and at last it's time to show him the DVD. "What does that say?" I ask him. "er........ e....t......" he replies. "Oh!" he exclaims, "I've seen it! It's where he lands at the beginning, and he phones home, and he flies away at the end. It's not a very long film though."
Several things can be deduced from his exclamation.
1) He's seen the film before
2) He must have been enthralled by it, because it's actually just short of two hours long
3) He never ever ever forgets anything. For all I know he might have just been in the room and vaguely paying attention when it was on tv two years ago or something
4) I was really disappointed I couldn't share that magical moment when he saw the bicycle fly across the face of the moon for the first time.
so, I think "Better luck next time" is turning into the story of my life. First my Geocaching failure, now this. Actually this one happened first..... you know, just because I live my life in chronological order doesn't mean I have to write about it in chronological order. Or at all, in fact. I might start writing about someone else's life instead, someone who is dashingly handsome, witty, full of bravado, always gets his own way, brash, confident and an all round good egg. Hang on a minute. I'm already doing that. No, not me, you fools. I'm the one who's going to have "better luck next time" engraved on his tombstone. No, I'm talking about my son, of course, the guy who never forgets the plot of a movie. Coming soon - OffSpringBlog. Remember where you read about it first.
Happy birthday, son!
Five today :-)
