Hustlaa’s still a child
He’s going through puberty. His voice is breaking. I know by the fact that he screams in a higher pitch than all us girls that his voice hasn’t yet completely broken. And now he’s a smidge taller than me. His mood swings are clear makers that he is going through puberty. (I’d laugh if that’s it – if he actually has in fact been through puberty and come out the other side being only half an inch taller than me and still have the vocal range of Mariah Carey.) He’s still a kid.
WATER
He was washing his curry-stained hands in the sink the other day when suddenly he exclaimed with absolute sincerity and a touch of surprise in his tone,
‘Water’s cool!’
He then proceeded to cup water in his hands and watch it drain through his fingers. He was mesmerised. He did it at least 6 times with his mouth slightly ajar. Don’t you just love youthful exuberance?
The look of gleefully pleasure on his face initially reminded me of a Texan striking oil in his backyard. That’s not the best analogy as I perceive Texans as fat, red, lazy and generally stoopid. Hustlaa’s neither red nor fat.
I think the best way to convey the situation is if you imagine a little Irish leprechaun doing the Irish jig in rejoicement (OK, apparently ‘rejoicement‘ is not a word. I have just been informed that making up words has a term – neologism. I’m gonna re-coin that word too now to Nilogism which from this day forth will be a term used to describe when Nil (that’s me) ‘neologimises‘ words (‘neologimises‘ has been through the Nilogilisor, to be nilogimised) (I’m loving this!) (I’ve decided to underline all the words I have nilogimised) (For the benefit of my thicko readers ‘nilogimised‘ means Nil, ie me, has just made up the word) (I feel like I’m opening up a polynomial equation)) in an at-the-end-of-the-rainbow pot of gold.
I’m now going to re-write the above, cos clarity is king, sans the interruption of my tangent thoughts crap:
I think the best way to convey the situation is if you imagine a little Irish leprechaun doing the Irish jig in rejoicement in an at-the-end-of-the-rainbow pot of gold.
Water's cool!! Water's coooool!
Idiot. Hahahaa. He made me laugh though.
CHESS
We have white square tiles (1ft/1ft)in our kitchen-dining area. I think Hustlaa’s a bit/a lot OCD as he will only manoeuvre around in a Knight-like fashion.
We’ve developed it into a game. He’s a Knight and I’m a Queen and we have to ‘kill’ each other using the standard chess moves. It results in the winner attempting to inflict a ‘FINISH HIM!’ Mortal Combat Fatality move. It’s a lively, albeit painful game.
He’s a good chess player. As is Ladoo. I can only make apple crumble.
Hustlaa Hustling in Spain
Ohh that reminds me of the men I spied on in Paris:
Paris
Ohh and in Italy:
Sorrento, Italy
