All our children live in different worlds to us - with different priorities, ideas and beliefs. The teenage girls' worlds are similar but the two boys in our family live in unique worlds which are often amusing to observe.
Master 8 has a wild imagination. He loves soldiers, army, anything military. His favourite toy is a wooden rifle made by Grandad N. He jumps on the floor, has mock explosions everywhere, including the middle of a musical show and is always patrolling the garden on the look-out for the enemy. I took him to one of my contract's premises once (a supermarket) dressed in full camouflage solider clothes, carrying his rifle and a plastic hand grenade. I introduced him to the Fresh Foods Manager (who luckily has a sense of humour). Master 8 threw the hand grenade into the Manager's room and ordered him to take cover. He did - under the desk - as the mock grenade exploded.
I have frequently been involved in Master 8's army training sessions. I even have my own army shirt now and we have a circuit of running and marching up and down the street with my Sergeant Major ordering me around. It is one of the few times he can boss ME about.
Yesterday, Master 8 decided to become a fashion designer which is a change from playing armies. He drew dresses for all the ladies in the house. Mine was called "The Mum" and had peacock colours in a band at the bottom with an English flag at the top. All his designs incorporated flags from England or New Zealand. He was born in England but emigrated to New Zealand when he was 18 months. He shows a deep loyalty for the country he cannot remember. Miss 17 helped him decorate a wire manikin with some fabric to demonstrate his ideas (which was nice of Miss 17). The design for me originally had a crop top but he told Miss 17 to put another piece of fabric and he didn't want my boobs to fall out. Thank you son. Very thoughtful.
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