Thursday 15th September 2011
“Are you looking forward to the blog coming to an end?” I asked Zephy as we sat on the balcony having dinner together.
This question has been prompted by a friend, & fellow blogger, completing a whole year of daily blogging. I know I’m preempting the conversation by a couple if months but it’s got me thinking.
“Yeah,” He replied. “because I don’t know what to say anymore.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” I told him. “You say things & do things without knowing you’re doing them.
He looked at me a bit perplexed.
“What d’you mean?” He asked.
“Well, I wrote about you waving that mushroom in my face the other night,” I said. “And the cheese,”
He liked that, because he grinned broadly & said; “Shut up!” before pushing me away.
If shy was at one end of the scale Zephy would be off the other end in the distance but he can be a little self-conscious. He does the same thing when I tell him about things he did as a baby.
“And I spoke about you & I having lunch out on the balcony last week, and how nice it was.”
Another shove & another cheeky smile.
“It doesn’t always have to be your verdict on a meal. We haven’t done that for a while, have we?” I comforted.
“Daddy?” He said stopping me mid-shpeel.
“Has this got nuts on it?”
“No, why? Do you think it needs some?” I replied astonished that my beautiful 8 year old boy was able to taste & make suggestions on how it could be tweaked or better still improved.
“Yeah maybe. What are the nuts you’re allergic to?” He enquired.
“Peanuts,” I said smiling. I had a feeling I knew where this was going. “Why, do you think it should be sprinkled with peanuts?”
“Yeah :)” He said.