Saturday 1st October 2011
On occasion, I will sit on the end of my son’s bed, when he is going off to sleep, & write my blog. I try not to make a habit of it, otherwise he’ll want me to do it every night. But every now & again I’ll cave in & do what he asks.
Just as I began to get started he lent over my shoulder.
“Ah Dad, I haven’t given my comment yet, have I?” He said.
It was a delay tactic. He hasn’t been interest in giving his verdict for a while now & so I don’t hassle him for it. In fact, only a few weeks ago he wanted to finish doing the blog because he was fed up of always having to give his opinion.
Read into that, what you will. 😉
“Would you like to comment?” I tentatively asked.
“Yeah,” Came the reply. “I liked them but I couldn’t…kinda…get the bits on my chop sticks.”
As he spoke, I began typing in what he was saying.
“Is that all you wanted to say?” I typed.
He read what I wrote.
“No,” He said. “and that the creamy sauce was nice.”
“Anything else?” I wrote.
“Yup, so in general is was really, really, really, really nice & I liked the pepper in it & the other ingredients.”
“Done?” I keyed in.
“Still not done,” He continued. “I’ve never said a comment this big.”
“Ok, off to bed now…” I said.
“Ah no. Put bye from Zeph.”
So I did. 🙂