Time to resurrect this thread, so:
Last week I tossed Antonia. Ant (previously of Awww fame) had to decide about a piece last week and could not make up her mind, so she asked, "Could we toss a coin."
I
really ought to know better by now. I replied, "Sorry, I haven't got one. Let's toss a child instead - begins with 'c', after all. You are the only child around, so let's toss you. Land on your back and we choose
this, on your front, we choose
that."
"Ok", she replied.
"No, dear. I was playing. I don't really toss children. Go and ask your dad for a coin."
"My dad tosses me all the time."
"Pardon?"
"Onto the big sofa over there," she said, pointing to a sofa that would dwarf a triple-bed.
"Ahhhh. I see."
For the record, I tossed her onto the sofa. She did a little twirl in mid-air, clearly a well practised routine, and landed on her front, so it was
that choice.
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Remember 15 year old Gareth of, "You can't shout at me Miss, I've got a folder" fame?
I took him to his grade 6 trumpet exam recently. I had promised his mum I would look after him, so as the exam finished at about 12.30 I reckoned he would be hungry.
"Where do you go when you want a treat?" I asked. "McDonalds" he replied.
Now, you have to remember that I have not been to one of these places for many a long year, so I had no idea what awaited.
OMG.
McDonalds? McPoo, more like.
Gareth tucked with gusto into his Chicken McNuggets (reconstituted slurry, I assume) and fries (fried salt sticks - I tried one and nearly threw up).
I am a veggie, so I tried some sort of cheesy bake that looked attractive in the picture. Heck,
most of it looks attractive in the pictures. I still shudder at the memory.
Gareth's milk-shake was merely a heart attack waiting to happen. All through this, I inwardly wailed, "I promised to look after this child, not kill him off."
Gareth? He loved every mouthful. ;D
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Gareth and I have a great time together. He comes for piano lessons, grade 6 theory, piano accompaniment for his trumpet pieces and insane conversation. Our lessons are long, happy and open-ended affairs.
Truly insane conversations. His mum simply shakes her head in despair when she hears us.
He has a new girlfriend, Sarah. Last Saturday, Gareth wanted to record a piano piece he had composed, so he could use it as the backing to a computer animation he had made. I picked him up on my way home after a trip out, to bring him home and do the recording. Sarah came along.
I hadn't met Sarah before and didn't want to frighten her, so I kept the conversation reasonably sane, as did Gareth. As Sarah started to relax, Gareth and I began to allow our imaginations to roam a little wider. Mostly, we just told her about some of the conversations we had enjoyed in the past, so we were highly restrained by our standards.
Gareth told me this bit during he lesson on Weds. Over tea that afternoon, his mum had asked Sarah, "Ok. You have seen Gareth and Steve in action. On a scale of 0-10, how insane did you find them?"
"45" replied Sarah, without hesitation. ;D