We've just come back from a stay with Auntie J and Uncle D's, where we became the owners of an inspired piece of present giving.
W: (opening presents for an oblivious three-month old) What's this? (pause, as the paper is ripped off) Wow! That's brilliant.
Me: Now he can play with your phone safely. He's been reaching for it whenever you have it out.
Auntie J: Do you like it?
W: It's great. In fact, I'm sort of appalled that I like it so much.
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Monday, 26 December 2011
The Cattle are Lowing
We're having Christmas lunch, little J sitting happily nearby and squeaking his new giraffe toy. Our Christmas crackers have trivia questions in them.
W: 'In folklore, what do cows do at midnight on Christmas Eve? a) Kneel, b) Walk backwards, c) Wake up.'
Me: No idea. I'll go for 'wake up'.
W: The answer is 'kneeling'.
Me: Is that as in 'lowing' like in Away in a Manger?
W: I think that refers to 'mooing'.
Me: I'd always wondered...
W: (sings) 'The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, the little lord Jesus no crying he makes...'
We look down at our little boy, happily enjoying the TV.
W: (to baby) See, a lesson for you.
Me: You want him to be a bit more like Jesus?
W: Er... no. Anyway, I doubt our little J is going to be confronted by lowing cattle just yet.
Me: I think he'd handle it very well.
W: He'd have more of a sense of humour about it than Jesus. He'd be like 'Dude, cows! Mummy did you see the cows?'
Paraphrasing his current coos and gurgles, obviously. But you know what? I think he probably would. I'll report back after the first cow-meeting occasion.
W: 'In folklore, what do cows do at midnight on Christmas Eve? a) Kneel, b) Walk backwards, c) Wake up.'
Me: No idea. I'll go for 'wake up'.
W: The answer is 'kneeling'.
Me: Is that as in 'lowing' like in Away in a Manger?
W: I think that refers to 'mooing'.
Me: I'd always wondered...
W: (sings) 'The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, the little lord Jesus no crying he makes...'
We look down at our little boy, happily enjoying the TV.
W: (to baby) See, a lesson for you.
Me: You want him to be a bit more like Jesus?
W: Er... no. Anyway, I doubt our little J is going to be confronted by lowing cattle just yet.
Me: I think he'd handle it very well.
W: He'd have more of a sense of humour about it than Jesus. He'd be like 'Dude, cows! Mummy did you see the cows?'
Paraphrasing his current coos and gurgles, obviously. But you know what? I think he probably would. I'll report back after the first cow-meeting occasion.
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