|This is a knitting pattern from the 1980's for a |
snood. It has nothing to do with this post, other
than a snood would have kept my head and neck
nice and warm while I was fencing on Saturday
Today however one of my newly installed fence panels blew down. I suppose ownership could have transferred on the installation and that would make sense to me. But it did get me thinking; kids are like our 5 new fence panels in many ways. If one of your kids does well at school or wins a prize for some meaningful contribution to the human cause, you'll happily tell anyone who can't come up with a good enough excuse to flee the immediate vicinity that my child has won a prize for the number of prizes he's won or something similar. Conversely when one of the children has decided that a cream coloured sofa is a thing of derision and needs colouring by having play dough mashed into it, they are suddenly and very definitely my children as in "look at what your naughty little boy has done now!" (This is usually followed closely by a mournful "I very sorry Daddy" from a momentarily contrite looking two year old. He doesn't have me fooled in the slightest).