Ok, so yesterday was my birthday and somewhere in between the breakfast I had with my lovely girlfriends and the dinner I had with Guns and the kids, I’ve lost my Friday Five mojo. Personally I blame the birthday cake and definitely not my 41 year old mind!
So forgive me lovely readers, but this week is a Friday Five Free Zone. Instead, I’ll leave you with a little recount of something that happened in the car on the way home from the school run on Thursday.
You see Sophie loves to get her hands on a certain brand of apple juice because each lid contains a ‘Liddle Fact’ (“It’s not a Little Fact Mummy, it’s a Liddle Fact. Because it’s under the lid? Get it? LIDDLE Fact!” Yep, fairly sure I’ve got it.)
Anyway, once the lid has been removed from the bottle, Soph loves to read the Liddle Fact out loud to us. Because let’s face it, life is too short to ever stop learning. Usually they’re facts about insects or countries or something else just as riveting, so you can imagine my surprise when Sophie read this little chestnut out loud….
Now I don’t know about you, but that sort of information brings so many questions to mind (not to mention the occasional visual or two) I mean, who exactly is in charge of acquiring these facts? And are these facts actually facts, or do you reckon old mate at the apple juice company threw that one for a bit of a laugh? And what’s wrong with yoga? Or platform diving? Or possibly even netball? Why don’t nudists favour those sorts of sports?
But instead of taking the time to answer those pressing questions, I had to explain to Sophie what a Nudist Colony is. Because she kept reading that fact out loud, over and over again and I was starting to get a bit concerned that she might go to school the next day and tell her friends that she’d really like to go to a nudist colony. So after telling her that a nudist colony is a place where people go for a holiday and while they’re there they don’t wear any clothes. At all. Even when they’re playing sport, the 12 year old in the back seat (who had been laughing himself silly during this whole convo) pipes up with, “Wow, they must go through a lot of sunscreen.”
So tell me, are you a volleyballer or a netballer? Yoga or Pilates? And most importantly, do you have to wear a lot of sunscreen?!
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