Just looked at my 6 year olds homework and he's got a list of words - the last one is Quim What the fuck?
Christ, I'd be tempted to suggest asking the teacher what the word meant the next day (mine's 7).
Thoughts have been with you all these last few weeks with kids in hospital. We thought our 7 year old had Spina Bifida for a while. Children's hospitals are a hard place to be.
From the Play Football thread in Inspire A Rawkite. May as well go in here too.
Played a dads and kids footy match in our village last Boxing Day. Am new to the village, but a few of the dads and I - who I've got to know at the village school and become friends with- wanted to go. I'd heard it being played the previous year, as the park is downwind. 11 am kick off. Perfect.
Was about 20 a side, 7 year olds to my age, some quick teenagers, some 'fuck you' 30 year olds, some duffers. My lad wasn't up for getting stuck in, tho one or two of his school mates were in their element. Nobody knew me, so I was almost picked last
, not helped by how shite I looked. I was wearing rags, and a spanking new pair of £9.99 boots from Decathlon. Black.
One of my mates, a Man Unted supporter, was on my side, and decided to play the destroyer role in midfield. I've never been friends with a supporter of this team before - all very new to me. But he's the most psychotically competative c*nt I've ever met. Lovely fella, but the ref had had enough after 30 mins and gave him a very loud bollocking to 'calm the fuck down'. We lost 3-0. I played wide left. There's a big space here I thought. I tracked back, stayed wide with my lad mainly, got on the end of the occassional pass (smh), played a few in. Captain came up after and said... 'shit me, someone who can play the game', which was nice.
Am already looking forward to Boxing Day. Going to make sure I'm up against him wearing the number 10.