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Youth is wasted on the young.

Monday, 13 July 2009

If You Want Something Done....

"Your son needs some new trousers," I informed Himself last week. Small Boy had arrived for his holiday visit with nothing but a few pairs of shorts, one pair made of that thin shiny fabric basketballers wear. It has been about 9C in the mornings here lately.
"Doesn't he have some in his drawer here?"
"Yes, but they're all too short for him now and he's refusing to wear them. Take him down to the shopping centre sometime."

I must admit I was surprised when I didn't get too much argument. Himself notoriously loathes all shopping centres and our nearest major shopping centre in particular. It's one of the larger mall complexes and for some reason it never has enough car parks, sin number one in Himself's eyes. It is also deliberately convoluted in order to make you walk past as many shops as possible and past the thousands of determined women shoppers, who, according to Himself, always have their elbows extended.

So I was naturally quietly delighted when he agreed to take on the task. Normally he would handball this sort of thing to me but the week with Small Boy had been a little fraught due to Himself's constant work and even he could see that Small Boy was in need of some serious dad time. You see, no matter how good your relationship with your step mother is, when you're a boy, there's no-one like dad.

Later that day he phoned me, "We've been shopping," he said.
"Great, what kind of trousers did you get?"
"Well, we didn't actually get any trousers."
"What do you mean you didn't get any trousers???"
"Well, we got some wheels for his scooter instead."

You think I make this stuff up don't you?

12 comments:

heather said...

I just had a good laugh out loud at your expense...that's almost the same thing, right?

Elisa said...

Oh no! You cannot make up stuff as good as the real stuff!!!!

Let us know how the shopping trip you and Small Boy goes! :) tee hee

Elisa said...

Ever so slightly OCD I have to correct my error from previous poast - how the shipping trip WITH you and Small Boy goes! :)

Blueberry said...

oh dear! (he he he he!)

A Free Man said...

Wheels, trousers, potato...

Jill/Twipply Skwood said...

I absolutely can not STAND to go shopping. But I think even I could have managed to come home with at least one pair of pants/trousers. :-0

Arizaphale said...

The addendum to all of this is that I went to Target and picked up 4 assorted pairs of trouser/jeans/track pants without even having Small Boy with me. Three pairs were an unmitigated success and the fourth (jeans...he hates jeans apparently...especially straight legged ones!)caused no end of trouble when I went to return them. I reversed into a Mercedes in the shopping centre car park!

Stacy said...

Oh, no, I'm quite sure you are describing a male of the species! LOL! Yes, buying clothes would have been far too practical and not as much fun as buying something like that. ;)

carrie said...

wheels, pants...i don't see the difference really?

:-)

oh, and I'll admit that you are good - but even YOU can't make THIS stuff up!

headbang8 said...

A Mercedes at Target? It's the recession, dear.

Jill/Twipply Skwood said...

Oh no! Too bad about the Mercedes. :-( My boy hates jeans too. I have no idea why. I practically live in the them.

Andi said...

And I was so proud for the first few minutes...

Well, thanks to YOU SB will not be too cold.

Men.