Today my nephew was with my mum and gran in a park near gran’s place. I wasn’t there but the story goes that he saw a dog and -seriously- chased it up the hill “ooff ooff-ing” at it the whole time. Now a few conclusions may be drawn from this situation… A) he hasn’t got my gene of canineophobia, B) he possibly has some canine genes mixed in there hence the ‘ooff-ing’ and C) that is one steep hill he ran up! I should know- I use it as an exercise circuit. And he’s only 16 months old!! Maybe he’s also going to be the next Usain Bolt- Just give him a dog to chase and he’ll break world records in a flash!
How I wish I’d been there to witness both my mum and gran struggling to catch up to little Sam running up a hill in hot pursuit of a highly sought after ‘ooff ooff-er’.
Paul said,
August 30, 2008 @ 9:21 am
Are you sure he wasn’t looking for you, calling out your name?
(Yes, I’m recycling the joke.)
Ruth said,
August 30, 2008 @ 9:42 am
Hmm…if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were calling me a dog. Now that wouldn’t be very nice would it?? I took him out for his first babychino today by the way
He had froth absolutely everywhere…but I think he enjoyed the experience!