The more enjoyable part of the playground yesterday, other than playing with Eve and having a lot of fun with her, was that I have finally been recognised as having superior ball skills after many years of disparaging comments from the Boy.
Jeremy, aged 9, thinks I am brilliant at both football and basketball (the bar may be set quite low). As a result, I am now occupying the role of his first love.
At one point, while we were throwing the ball around together, he said that the problem with the playground is that too many babies always want to play. I politely pointed out that the said baby enjoying our game with us was, in fact, my daughter and so that was OK. He looked rather miffed at having to share his new buddy.
Analogies of a sort
1 week ago