Today Oliver lost his innocence. He has now, with one pathetic action, turned from a toddler into a boy (in my eyes at least). Sure I may be a little dramatic but it’s amazing how these little events change the dynamic.
I came home early from work to spend some quality time with Olly and being a windy day I thought it was a great opportunity to head down the park and fly the kite we made in Sydney recently – since it had been too wet and windy to fly it while we were up there. It all ended in tears with about 5 seconds air time.

We headed down the park with Otto, the delightful little 4 year old boy from next door, with big plans to fly the kite high up in the air with kids running and screaming and having loads of fun.

When Otto went first to fly the kite, things started to turn sour. Oliver got so angry he snorted two big streams of snot out his nose, and then he ran over to Otto and tried on this pathetic slap that anyone who is not his father would have laughed at. I was shocked, aghast, appalled, disapponted and a lot of other adjectives. And then when we told him to apolagise, he wouldn’t have a bar of it. Oliver and I went home with tears flowing applenty.

I have to say I was diappoionted I didn’t get some kite flying time in.