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Date: 11 July 2008 14:23:47
I used to write little stories about work. Now they're mostly about my children. Maybe it's just another reflection of what now defines who I am.
One aspect of Toddler growing up is that now, and just two and a half years old, he has friends we don't know. A couple of days a week he goes to a day nursery. Some days we pick him up and he mentions the names of some of the boys and girls he plays with. Mostly girls, actually. And some days when we pick him up we bump into other parents picking up their own sweet charges and get comments like “oh, so this is Toddler, Maisy is always talking about him, we wondered who he was”.
Yesterday Toddler got a party invite. Noah is going to be three. We don't know how he is. But Toddler informs us “he my friend”. OK, time to pick up the phone and dial the phone number which we're to RSVP to.
Mr Standard: “Hello. Errr, so you have a son called Noah?”
Woman: “Yes”
Mr Standard: “My son, Dave, has just been given an invite to Noah's birthday party”
Woman: “From nursery?”
Mr Standard: “Yes, that's right. I'm phoning to say Dave would love to come. I'm Howard, by the way. Who are you?”
Woman: “I'm Noah's mum”.
Mr Standard: “Errr, yes. Do you have another name?”
Woman (laughing): “Yes, sorry! I've just been running around, you know how it is. I'm....”