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Sunday 29 March 2009

My son seems to be seriously considering a career as a couch potato. In an effort to overcome this P is trying to get him to help with some jobs outside. So yesterday when Adam was over he had the idea they could both help with filling in our potholes. Adam was fine with this & was cheerfully helping & I thought J was as well (well, forget the 'cheerfully' bit) then I heard a rustling noise from the loft & realised he was hiding up there. Cue one outburst of temper from Mum.
Today J is outside with Dad again & actually seems to be happily chatting away as he works, this could be because he's realising it's a way to be not doing his homework.
After a rather stressful morning at church I'm thinking of composing a list of rules for J :

Do not whack other members of the congregation over the head.
Do not rugby tackle the minister's son when he is in the middle of singing a hymn.
Even if the blocks are loose do not take up the parquet flooring during the collection.
If it should happen that you've removed some of the flooring blocks do not loudly bang them together.

No doubt I will soon be able to think of additions to this list.

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