Week 19, Day 2 (Feet that go thump in the night)

I've heard that kids tend to turn out pretty much opposites of their parents.

Yeah.. that would fit. My parents were/are heavily into ball sports, and I remember vividly the experience of being woken at 3am during exam week because my mother was screaming the house down, cheering the All Blacks who were on tour in Great Britain at the time.

For reasons of over-exposure (and let's not forget, a total klutzhood at anything resembling ball sports!), I have zero interest in rugby, league, netball, hockey etc. If I hear that 'our team' won, I spare a fleeting "good on them" moment, then I'm bored and want to hear about something else.

So imagine my annoyance when TV1 and TV 3 totally IGNORED our equestrian team's good work and excellent results in last week's Badminton competition! (Badminton is the name of the estate and the competition, just in case you're not familiar with horsey events and were suddenly bewildered by the thought of people playing badminton on horseback).

BOO HISS to the sports coverage boffins!
HUGE CONGRATS to the delicious Andrew Nicholson and his wonderful teammates!

Anyway, seeing as this seems to be a cast-iron universal law (rebellious kids), I think I understand why Tadpole is making merry with his big feet and my bruised bladder. He's just getting some practice in before he gets to boot about a rugby ball. Didn't they used to make them out of pigs' bladders? (Do not finish that comparitive thought.. yes of course one may make fun of the similarity between my bladder and a pig's, but such speculation could be harmful to your health!)

I'm allowed to snigger about it though.. it's my bladder :-)

Weird sensation, though. Listen here, kidlet, go pick on an ovary or a gall bladder for a change - I have enough fun planning my day around toilet stops without your help!