Oscar’s main present this year was a Ben Ten scooter. It has a drawer underneath the bit where you rest your foot, which allows you conceal small, plastic aliens from view. It is most excellent, and he loves it.
Tallulah also wanted a scooter, as you know. She is also delighted with hers, which is good, given the blood I had to sweat to get it here in time for the festivities.
Oscar is a little disappointed because Tallulah can scoot faster than him. Over the week since Christmas we have caught him several times, trying to pinch the Hannah Montana scooter in the hope that it will make him scoot quicker. We have averted war by being very diplomatic, and trying to make him understand that it is the litheness of his legs and not the inferior quality of his scooter that need attention.
He has been doing a lot of practicing to get fit and more importantly, fast.
He scoots up and down the hallway (thank Jeebus for the durability of Minton floor tiles), hundreds of times per day.
He also has a mantra, which he swears helps him. It is:
‘Go faster! Go Faster! GO FASTER!’
Repeated very loudly, as he scoots.
It must be working, as yesterday when I was pottering around with the laundry before taking him to bed, he was having a final scoot and I suddenly heard him shouting:
‘That was so fast that my brain fell out!’
I’m sure that mantra helps Oscar, after all, our Aussie tennis player Leyton Hewitt yells, “Come on!” to himself.
I’m a bit envious that he has managed to go so fast that his brain falls out! Impressive. The world probably need to watch out if Oscar grows up to become a writer- though I hope he picks his brain up again first.
Yep, hardy things those Minton tiles, any brain splatters can be removed with a wipe from a damp cloth!
Josie
He probably has a spare somewhere. He’s quite organised. Unlike his mother.
Sharon
I should have my whole house made out of them…