That’s my boy!
So ... I'm at home, it's about 5pm, and to anyone who has kids you know this time of day is sketchy at it's best - kids are hungry, kids are dirty, kids are cranky, mum is cranky, blah blah blah, usually my place is it's noisiest at this time of day.
Anyway I get home and start getting dinner ready and suddenly I realise I can't hear Sam - sdthis means one of two things usually and both are trouble - last time he was under Erin's bed eating paper and drawing on himself with textas.
So I quickly step into the loungeroom and there he is ... stock still on his bum hands by his side face angled up at the tv watching :
Awesome. The only thing I've ever seen him remotely interested in on the telly is Humphrey and Spongebob ...
That's my boy!