Last week, when we played dress-ups, Henry wanted to dress up as a runner. So we found an old number, put him in my old Woolgoolga Athletics Club singlet and he was off.
He insisted on having a trophy and a "folder"(the requisite envelope you get when you win prizes in Hong Kong.) I guess this is what he has seen happens at races.
Because I chose the biggest, most garish trophy I could find, Henry promptly clocked himself in the head with it.
Once the tears had dried, he ran round and round the backyard for ages. Hours of entertainment!
I'm a bit concerned about what my example is teaching him - that it's ok to have a hobby you are slightly obsessive about. And it's a worry in Hong Kong where trophies abound. Though I suppose there are worse things!
He insisted on having a trophy and a "folder"(the requisite envelope you get when you win prizes in Hong Kong.) I guess this is what he has seen happens at races.
Because I chose the biggest, most garish trophy I could find, Henry promptly clocked himself in the head with it.
Once the tears had dried, he ran round and round the backyard for ages. Hours of entertainment!
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| Off he goes! |
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| He tried to raise the trophy above his head. This was totally unprompted! |
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| The most important bit; what's in the "folder"? |
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| Looking very pleased with himself |
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| It's quite a lot for him to carry. It's around this point that he whacks himself in the face with the trophy. |
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| Running round.... |
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| And round. |
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| A little exhausted after all that running |
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| Totally wrecked. |
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