Walking home from my business group mentoring session (I walk through a fairly large park, it helps to clear my head after three hours of talking business and exchanging ideas) I ran into the school cook who asked about my son.
She observed that he seemed happier. He was always so serious looking. Then she recalled that a few days ago he and two others were "marching" into the Dining Room. So he does lighten up a bit.
I mean, he often has us in stitches at home with his jokes and the way he describes something (that happened or in his imagination).
Yesterday I mentioned that after a hard slog I finally managed to get tickets to the British Museum to see the Terracotta Army exhibition. Daddy has always wanted to see these soldiers and has planned to go to China for a visit at some point to see the "real thing". So he was chuffed when he found out that the exhibition was going to be here, right in London.
I said, it's once in a life-time, a bit like Daddy being taken to see Tutankahmen.
"Tutankhamen, you know that Egyptian Pharaoh ...."
His response was, "What do you do with an Egyptian door bell?"
"What do you do with an Egyptian door bell?"
"Toot and come on in."
Of course that was not original. He read it somewhere, but at an appropriate time he was able to recall that to good effect.
Yet we were told he does not smile in class.
I ask him after school every day, "On a scale of one to ten, what was the day like?"
"Five hundred. No, make it ten thousand," or something like that.
He seems happy enough, and I am pleased.