25th August Saturday
I drove down to Damian’s place to change the car over. When I arrived, his son Ethan was running around. He is the spitting image of his dad, even down to the determination to do things his way. He was busy stuffing a biscuit into his mouth, a bit broke off, heralding the demand for another, which didn’t happen fast enough, so into a hissy fit he went.
He leaves destruction in his wake wherever he goes, his only constant companion is his toy robot, which has a broken arm.
I had my own problems with Damian as a baby, having to spend hours rocking him off to sleep every night, and a little bit of me was thinking, “now you know what it’s like”
That will all change with time, I hope they have the relationship that I have with my boys.
That being said, they constantly take the piss of my lack of interest in electronic gadgets, and I in turn tell them to “get a life” we all seem to get along though.
Another Lifetime to go 