We went to Stanley's christening a few weeks ago. Noah, you were on top form. Scout, you were just being a tiny baby.
In the church, a lady gave a reading. It was of a poem (I forget which). When we were asked to sit down afterwards, you said, "Very lovely words, Daddy," to which I smiled. You paused and then said, "She is a very good talker." We have to remind ourselves just how young you are because sometimes you come out with the most remarkable things.
On that, just a quick one, but yesterday, when we were going to football, I was in a rush to put your car seat in. Turns out I didn't do it right. Rumour has it, we went round a roundabout and your carseat fell onto its side.
Apparently you were still in it.
You didn't say any words, you just quietly made this noise, "aaaaaaaaaaaahahaaaaa, daddyyyy." I looked in the rear view mirror and there you were. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the road I was on, I had nowhere to stop until I had tackled one more roundabout. I pulled over, ran round to you, got you out and reassured you. You were crying, but that quiet, heart-breaking crying. I calmed you down, re-adjusted the seat, put you back in it, got into the driver's seat and turned the car back on. I heard you take a deep breath, exhaled and then said,
"Let's try again, shall we?"
Hilarious.
Oh yeah, here are some pictures of the christening. A couple of weeks later, Stanley came round. Scout, you and Stanley hit it off and became a lovely, eighty year old couple...
Smooth.
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