I got told off...

theBoy loves telling people off. He often yells 'CHEEKY' at us for having cheeked him when he feels we've somehow mislead him or made fun. For example, after we've told him his sought-after toy was in a particular spot and because he performed a perfunctory search and didn't in fact see it, he may then believe we lied to him. If he does, and he likely will, he may then return to declare cheekiness. Even though, as I said, the toy was actually there and the reason he didn't see it was because of his perfunctoriness. 

That's some shizzle to be layin' on ya on Oz Day.

Anyway, we get told off. A lot. All the time. When he was younger he'd even try and send me to time-out. Once it happened in the rocket ride at Questacon where he didn't like my interfering with the controls during the countdown. I had to experience the remainder of the flight at the bench down the back. I felt like a space-Rosa.

If theBoy hurts himself he only wants his mum to comfort him. I once forced him to let me kiss an injured site better before he got to his mum for the comfort kiss only to put him back down and for him to go over and re-inflict the injury for the 'MUMMY KISS IT BETTER'. 

He'd been directed to take off his pyjamas and get dressed in order he can hang out with theWife during the BBQ cookin' phase of our compound-secreted Oz day celebrations (1). Only during the disrobing he banged his toe. theWife was outside.

'MUMMY?! MUMMY?!' he shouted. 

'Hey, honey,' I said, concerned, 'what's happened?'

He appeared into view, yelling. 

'Not you, Daddy! Not you! Mummy!'

Then he turned and shuffled back out of sight ... the shuffling caused by the pyjama pants bundled and wrapped around his feet.

I broke out into great grandiose operatic laughter and caused him to howl in protest at the mockery he felt he was receiving. 

We're The Indomitable Trio!

(1) We borrowed against the loan last year and had a patio put in, with beautiful sandstone like pavers, and a strong high wooden fence to screen the side-yard from the street. It turned a basically unused section of our home into an awesome outside lounge. It's just so nice having this almost private park by the side of our house, with theBoy's hiding tree opposite—a large bushy tree that has a hollow between it and the wall where theBoy hides during outside hide and seek and a large mesh-walled trampoline by the entrance to the yard. I love our house! Though the air con died last night so that's going to be annoying. Fortunately for me theWife does all the home finance stuff and I don't have to worry about it. However there are spending restrictions as part of the Ostrich-head-lying in regards to domestic finances. I have to clear purchases of over say $20, or consult on their requirement. I have failed on that before though. The last time was because of a panic attack about getting work done while I was forced to work from home and I then fear-purchased a bunch of IT crap we didn't actually need. theWife is a genius at returning stuff, though, even if outside the date they say you can return things. I just fire her off and walk away from the unpleasantness, then come back to find the nasty problem has all gone away. She's a Mr Wolf!