Sniff!

Got a cold. The green demons coming out of The Bean's face have finally infiltrated and caused my face to be larger than my head. One needs much more energy to breathe in common place air and makes one look slightly mentally challenged, walking around, mouth gaping, eyes drippy, and unable to pronounce D's, N's and other such consonants.

Work has improved. After I found out that my year 12s in fact dislike me, crisis was abated when I figured that I'm not going to change the world with hate, so I will just love them more and hope that some of that affection rubs off.

One did tell me that she had made her family stop being racist since she had me as a teacher so I guess I have changed the world just a little bit!

My brother had a baby boy the other day, and The Bean was very keen to go to the hospital to visit. When I told him about his new cousin he told me that he would 'need a fish in a tank.' As this was the first comment out of his mouth on hearing the exciting news, I decided to go on a mission to find a new born friendly fish tank. My brother was adamant on not wanting a real fish, but Fisher Price to the rescue, they have a fish type plastic tank thingy that plays music and hold three plastic fish. SO EXCITED! I bought it and it is wrapped up on my bench, waiting for the green demons to dissipate so we can visit the new addition to the family.

When I told The Bean that we couldn't in fact visit the hospital 'cause Mama's sick,' he asked why and I explained that babies are too little to get sick, that if Mam coughed or sneezed he might not feel well and we don't want that. He then told me that we had to wait til he's bigger before we can play with him.

I tried to explain we could probably visit on the weekend, that I'd be better then, but waiting 'til the baby is bigger sounds better to The Bean. He wants to wait 'til he's bigger' so that he can play trucks, too. Shame he doesn't want to play trucks with his two year old cousin of the female variety.

Sexist!


Things The Bean has said

On the way home in the car, The Bean was explaining how his friend Hannah had just left creche before I got there.

"Hannah's gone home with she's daddy."
"With her daddy, babe."
"No, with she's daddy."
"I know it's weird, but you need to say her daddy - Hannah went home with her daddy."
"Yeah, she did...."

Pause.

"Hannah's daddy had dirt on she's pants."
"Hannah's pants or her daddy's pants?"
"She's daddy's pants."

Ugh, pronouns!