Trivial things that make you happy - Part 2 - The Happyning

Went off to Imaginosity in Sandyford for the first time today with the 1-year-old gasúr. The kids act out various jobs and tasks - e.g. news readers, actors, shoppers, builders, doctors etc. It's actually a really great idea for a business - and they were cliste enough to have technology companies like IBM sponsoring various technical things.

Himself, God bless him, was having none of that shíte, however. He's on steroids - I kid you not - for the past few days to fight an infection so he's going around like a wild, giddy horse all the time (the nights have been special in a "In the name of Jesus, will you ever téigh a chodladh!" way). Anyway, he went over to this construction wall where serious, intent kids - all around 3 or 4 years old - were putting brick after brick on top of each other to build the wall up (they were wearing hats and those yellow safety cloaks and all. hehe). He toddled over, picked up a brick, toddled off with it and started building his own wall (!) from scratch about 10 metres away in the middle of the aisle. Feck "team building"; Ireland needs go-getter property developers who aren't afraid of leaving the crowd and who will build anything anywhere!

It got better (at least in terms of his auld fella's entertainment!).

He went into the little supermarket with all the plastic food/fruit/vegetables with shopping aisles and tills. He picked carrots and whatever else up and started chewing them, and waddled off to another section taking those individual pieces of food that the older kids were "shopping" for with their trolleys. Needless to say he was oblivious to any potential rules. He then got bored across the way in the medical section - I don't think he's going to be a cardiac surgeon any day soon - and waddled back to the supermarket. There was this studious and reflective-looking older girl @ 4 examining the merits of buying particular products. He saw her, or rather the full trolley of things she had diligently assembled. He toddled over to it and waddled off very quickly with it - admittedly much of his agility was because I was chasing after him to get the poor girl her trolley back. He was in stitches waddling as fast as he could, until he got a massive bang and landed on his arse - he had hit the display Audi car, which was real, with the trolley (these are real metal shopping trolleys, but baby sized). A bit shocked, he looked up at me and spluttered out a cute pudgy laugh while sitting on his arse at the bumper of the Audi, got up, turned around and waddled off somewhere else. That Schwarzenegger film in the 80s where he just kept going no matter what happened him came to mind. hehe.

PS: Tired, knackered parents everywhere!!!