Subtitle: Why I’m Not My Son’s Best Friend
Some of the many reasons I am not my son’s best friend:
- I pointed out a crane to him to make certain he saw it as he loves cranes. However that made me ‘the winner’ because I said the word ‘crane’ first, so he’s not my best friend.
- I gave him a cup of milk because he said he wanted milk – however I used the green rather than blue cup.
- I told him we would take the car to the Margate train, which is 17 kilometres away, rather than walk.
- We took the small car to the Margate train and not the big car, which didn’t have his car seat in it.
- I don’t like the colour orange.
- I didn’t make the car go when he told me to as the light was red and there were other cars in front of us.
- He missed seeing the yellow stoplight.
However other moments I am his best friend:
- He loves hugs on the couch.
- He likes laughing at me – for example when I throw a ball into the basketball hoop – but as it’s just a light bouncy ball it isn’t heavy enough to fall through the hoop.
- He loves silly dances – and choreographing all of our moves. ‘Do this. . .do this!’