Saturday, October 30, 2010

Guest Post - A Modern Military Mother

Today a break from the routine and a guest post that comes from the magnificent A Modern Military Mother or maybe just Modern Military Mother if she's decided to drop that much debated 'A'.  Stay tuned for more guest posts to come in the next couple of weeks.


BUMHOLES

My 7 year old son, asked me last night, "Mummy, do you and daddy ever snog?"
 

"Absolutely not!" I replied.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because his breath smells of bumholes."  I said.

Following which he properly cracked up. I love it that he thinks the word 'bumholes' is so funny. 

To be honest, I think it¹s really funny too and, I love getting him to say it, because he always cracks up. When he is pulling a strop, I become very stern and say, "Right, that¹s it come here. How dare you be so grumpy. I order you to say 'bumholes' without laughing." Now, this is a nigh on impossible task for a 7 year old boy.

I can¹t believe that I am allowed to parent a child, it seems insane but it has its moments of preciousness that I love. Sometimes, I am a very naughty parent. I love the fact that I can tell my son, what to do and he¹ll do it (if I am lucky) without questioning me. For example, when my husband is bellowing at me from another room in the house, to instruct me to do something I can¹t be bothered to attend to, I summon my wee man over.


"Do me a favour and go and tell daddy he blows goats." I sigh wistfully.


"Ok mummy." He says, and off he trips.

While I am lozerking on the sofa, I hear this little voice saying to Hagar, wherever his bellowing has come from,


"Daddy, mummy says you blow goats, but I actually think you blow baby
elephants."




Oh, how the winter evenings fly by.







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