babes..........

my six yr old just came in with a rather long piece of string and asked if i could tie him up like a worker.

for some reason, i found it necessary to verify with him that he meant something like construction worker. the half-rolled-wide-eyed (with eyebrow slightly raised) response was enough to tell me i would be completely moronic to think otherwise.

the silent conversation that entailed went something like this:
j: "what other workers are there mummy?"
m: "oh none really sweetheart"
j: "then why did you ask me that stupid question"
m: "well hmmmmm. maybe there is such things as plant workers and i thought that i might have to tie you up to the fence like a passionfruit vine, seeing as you took the string from the vine that was tied to the fence"
j: "my friends are right. you are crazy. only girls can be tied to fences - not boys"

he ran off happily with his string safety harness tied around him to look for a hardhat (step 2 in the safety procedure apparently). what he never saw was the big string bow i'd tied at his back......

yesterday was spent at hospital with both 6 & 7 yr old boyz. mr 7, r, had 3 appointments (2 of which we actually made it to). the most interesting being the CT scan.

i was initially told that r would need to lie still for 3 minutes whilst the scan was performed. i told them to start preparing the anaesthetic. did the person arranging all these appointments take any note as to WHY he needed them? maybe they love it when kids completely crack it - it makes the day far more interesting.
r & i walked into the scan room leaving j in the little room next door. r, who i had had major discussions with over what it would be like to lie still for 3 minutes (theoretically, it sounded lovely to him), took one look at the Homer Simpson Dream Bed - a giant donut with a bed that slides through it - and said "i want to go home" (fair enough mate). he was slightly tempted with the promise of a ride but fear had already set in and getting him to do it would be like dragging him into a burning house.
at that point, j - aka Daredevil Dan - walked in and took one look at the chance of being put through a giant donut said "oh WOW! can i have a go?" to which we all replied "of course". j was launched gently through the donut and back. r could barely contain himself "my turn! my turn!".
thanks Daredevil Dan, you saved the day again!
during said scan, (which occured after they insisted i wear the lead apron even if they "could fry my ovaries for all i cared"), j was allowed to go and sit with the guys and watch the scan. i believe the words i heard were "is that my brothers BRAIN?" in the same context of "does he ACTUALLY have one?"
the initially requested 3 minutes of lying still was actually 3 seconds. those liars. but we did discover that r is actually capable of 3 still seconds. it was a very enlightening day.
r claimed after his scan that his brain was now "all better". wow! the machine gave him the missing bits back? no wonder its so hard to get an appointment with these ppl! r did get to see the pics himself which he was also seemingly very impressed that there was evidence he has a brain. he wants to show his class.

thankyou my babes. i have never known any other children that would go running INTO a hospital............