Categories: uncategorized
Date: 04 May 2006 20:45:28
I couldn't help but laugh this morning when eldest son emerged from his bedroom wearing just his pyjama trousers and thumping his chest like a big silverback gorilla.
"I am a man," he declared in his he-man voice. "Today I am a man. I slept with no pyjama top. I am a real man."
Making himself as tall and broad-shouldered as he could muster, he went on... "I am a real man. I laugh at danger. Ha ha, danger, I say. I am a man."
"Oh good," I reply, impressed. "I was just thinking I could do with a real man about the place. Charlie's brought us the intestines of three massive nestlings and a tiny mouse. We women are too squeamish to clean it up, it's a job for a real man!"
"ooooh, I'm not such a real man as that," he hurriedly replied, making himself as puny as he could be and his voice disappearing into his shoulders... and making a very hasty retreat into his bedroom while declaring "I am a real man, I will take on all comers... except mice." At this point it would be lovely but rather cruel to post a picture as one of my boys is big and solidly built and the other has a skinny little bod which belies the quantity of food he can consume or the amount of exercise he gets. Guess which one is which! ;)