Most of the time I am more than happy with my 2 beautiful, fun loving, cheeky little girls, who are wonderfully average in all that they do, and so long as they are happy and healthy, who cares! However, there are times when I wouldn't mind if they were child prodigies and 2 examples immediately spring to mind:.
1) Singing in the car!.
I'm sure I don't even have to begin to explain how, with our collective gene pools, it was just not possible for either Anya or Solveig to have a beautiful singing voice. Hermann sounds like the Terminator and our side of the family is famously tone deaf. Anyone who remembers the Banff Ranger Guides carol singing at Chalmer's Hospital accompanied by an electric organ on a tea trolley, must surely concurr. More recently, Kath & Jonny shared a hire car with us whilst on holiday in the Cape. The mental scars of listening to Solveig belt out 'sing-a-ling-a-ling' are still too fresh. Even more recently (ie. 10 minutes ago, on the way home from the Pav and a Sunday morning game of Putt-Putt) I was subjected to the most excruciating rendition of Sleeping Beauty's 'Once Upon A Dream'. In some countries this level of noise pollution would be illegal..
2) Playing Chess!.
Does anyone out there know how long it takes to actually lose a game of chess to a 4 year old? Working parents out there will be pleased to know that it takes at least 1 hour which, in no way shape or form, can possibly be described as quality time. You are not missing anything..
I'm off to pop a Miprodol.
No comments:
Post a Comment