so this evening, all was normal apart from the sun was shining, i know the sun shining, shhhh, don’t want to jinx it, but it was so bright it almost blinded me. anyway. i arrived at nursery to collect ronnie. he told me about his day and how he was growing dinosaurs in a fish bowl, that he doesn’t like pre-school yogurt and that tomorrow is spots birthday party, not in the nursery room, just in pre-school so he wants to dress as spiderman.
we left and made our way home.
ronnie : mummy stop!
hpmcq : why? what’s the matter?
ronnie : mummy stop i want to go there
hpmcq : but that’s a pub ronnie
ronnie : i want to go there with albie
hpmcq : you can’t go to the pub with albie, ronnie your too small
ronnie : yes i can, i want to meet albie in the pub to do lunch
ronnie is 3 1/2 and albie is 8 months old
T did the same with me a while back. Sometimes I do take he and K to lunch in the pub but a couple of weeks back, at 9.15 in the morning, T was shouting ‘Daddy. I want to go to the pub!’ I must’ve looked like Superdad.
That was really funny – I love the fact he wants ‘to do’ lunch.
Sounds like Ronnie is going to be a bad influence on Albie 😉
I hope there are still pubs left when he’s old enough to go in them, pubs without “Wetherspoons” written anywhere too.
My husband is teaching my children that the correct response to “what would you like to drink?” is “Gin and Tonic”. I might have to kill him