Thursday, 10 March 2011
My first born child is almost 5 years old. He goes to kinder this year.
I get asked all the time when we go out together, why isn't he at school? Is he cutting classes? Surely this charming young lad, often very very suave with the ladies (especially grandmas) is of school age. No, he goes to kinder. 3 times a week, only 3-4 hours each session. Every other time, he gets to hang out with his mom. His poor mom!
Often when I potter around the house, picking this up and that, I would come across many of his interesting creations. A Lego police speedboat, with wings so it could fly and fold out tyres, so it goes on land. A rotorcraft house, so you can bring it with you on holidays (I like that!). Vehicles that change into robots, and robots that transform into humans. Space crafts, space shuttles and rocket ships.
And he talks to himself, in his imaginative play. In R-O-B-O-T like sounds. So sci-fi.
My first born child, he builds houses and space crafts. Perhaps one day, it will become a reality.