Jamie was up early this morning and decided to pass the time before school with a bit of drawing, producing one for each of us.
He drew Vanessa a house and Charlotte a fairy. And I was the lucky recipient of a curiously life-like representation of me kicking a rugby ball between a set of rugby posts, which you can see below. (Sadly this was a feat I never managed during my playing days, but kids are all about dreams).
And he had an added surprise for me because, on the other side, was a second drawing.
"That's very good Jamie!" I announced, bursting with pride. "Er...what is it?"
"It's beer, Daddy," he replied. "I drew that on the other side so I knew it was yours."
Coming off the back of Charlotte's Guinness incident, this was a little disconcerting. So I decided to defend myself - rather lamely, I have to admit.
"I don't even like beer!" I protested.
"Yes you do, Daddy," said Master W. "You really, REALLY do!"
Hmmmm. Perhaps I should turn this into a positive and ask him to get me some for Christmas.
