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A Declaration of Intent.
L, a three and a half year old boy I home-tutor, was ill today.
So we spent the morning sitting on the couch, watching the Balamory Christmas Pantomime, Cinderella.
The romanticism seems to have gone to the wee man's head. As Prince Charming proposed to his beloved, L hugged me and proclaimed "I'm gonna marry you. You're my girlfriend."
My dear chap, if only you knew.
So we spent the morning sitting on the couch, watching the Balamory Christmas Pantomime, Cinderella.
The romanticism seems to have gone to the wee man's head. As Prince Charming proposed to his beloved, L hugged me and proclaimed "I'm gonna marry you. You're my girlfriend."
My dear chap, if only you knew.
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Does James mind?
Such adoration. If only you cold bottle it.
J
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Cos I'd so be up for it, if it wasn't for that pesky partner of mine :)
Yeah, it's one of the boons of the job. I'm like God to these minature people.
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Yeah working with kids is awesome. Must rope you into stuff for Wexford.
Was a blast. So many happy faces.
J