June 2012
4 posts
Gamble
I am in the newsagents with the five-year-old, who is perusing the sweet shelf for her post-swim treat.
She is suddenly distracted by something in the corner of the shop.
“What’s that?” she asks, pointing at the source of her intrigue.
“The lottery,” I inform her.
“What’s the lottery?”
I explain the Lottery.
“Can I choose the lottery instead of a Kinder Egg?”
“Sure,” I say, “choose your...
Bum Chums
It is Saturday morning. I am taking the five-year-old to a dance class.
“Do you want me to watch or can I hang out in the café?” I ask her.
“Watch,” she demands.
The kids speed up and down the gym while the parents sit, bag-laden, grey, miserable, on the surrounding benches. I wearily take my seat next to one of them and contemplate an escape.
Then something beautiful floats through the swing...
The Apprentice
Since burning his friend’s Bar Mitzvah invitation, the thirteen-year-old has had his allowance suspended. For this reason, I’m intrigued when I see him flashing a fistful of fivers.
“Where’d you get that money?” I ask.
“I got a job.”
“Doing what?”
“Something” he says, as his Blackberry pings, “that’s work. Gotta go. I’m on call.”
He remains on call for several days. His phone doesn’t stop...
Star
“I’m going to be on TV”, the five-year-old tells me, “6pm on Tuesday on BBC One.”
She really is going to be on TV. Some footage of her class taking part in a reading exercise is to be featured on a news item.
She is excited by her pending fame and tells everyone: Grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts, great-aunts, uncles, great-uncles , cousins, second cousins, family friends, postmen, shop...
