Young children really do say the funniest things, they are learning new words everyday and often confuse them with others or even make their own words up that they think make sense.
These posts used to always be about Joseph but as Oliver is getting older and talking alot more, it is he who has had us laughing with the funny things that he has been saying or doing.
The older two boys go an athletics club twice a week and Oliver and i always go along to watch or use the time to go and play in the park which is close by. Last week Oliver and I ran around the track after the younger children had finished, Oliver was doing really well until he stopped, told me he was out of breathe and then said “I’ve got a tlip Mum, I can’t run anymore” Don’t you mean Stitch Oliver? “Yes Mum, that is what i said!”
Oliver also also confuses his lettering in the word athletics and calls it ‘thlecits’ and no matter how many times I have sat down with him and sounded it out correctly he still says that I am wrong and he is right.
When Oliver and I are running together and eh gets tired he will stop and flop his arms towards the ground, kind of in a sulking way and tell me he needs a rest and that he can’t go on anymore, I will obviously stop and start walking along with him only for him to speed up and run off ahead, laughing and shouting “I’m beating you up Mummy” Now i’m quiet sure that is not what he means and that he actually means that he is winning in the race LOL
Two weeks ago the whole family participated in a mile run in the city of London, run by Amba hotels, Oliver and I was entered into the family mile. There were lots of families of all different ages, some had little ones in buggies and other adults were carrying their children on their shoulders or in a baby carrying rucksack. Oliver and I started the race at the back end of the group as we didn’t want to crumpled by the faster adults and children, Oliver was one of the youngest runners there and couldn’t wait to run off in his first race with the other children. When the gun went off, with a very loud bang Oliver jumped and ran the other way. The starting gun was so loud it frightened him, I told him that it was the noise to say we can start running, “Oh!” he said and off he went following the others in the group. We must have got about 400 metres down the road and he stopped, so we began to walk a little, It wasn’t until some passers by shouted out “Come on little man” that he looked up at me and said “Have i finished now Mum?” No, Oliver we need to run a little more until we reach the finish line” “Oh, Ok!” He grabbed my hand and pulled me along to run with him. This must have happened about 5 times throughout the route, as someone cheered him on he through that he had finished until I told him we had to run some more. Seeing him run over the finish line and receive his medal made me so proud, I cried as we neared the finishing line as he was being cheered on by so many people. He had no idea what was happening, bless him!
What have your children been up to that has made you laugh or cry?