Finally, it has happened.
It was inevitable but I never really believed it would actually be here.
I’ve known it’s been on the way for a while now, but to be honest, I think I was in denial.
OK, here goes ….
…… My little boy, my first-born, is now TALLER than me.
There … I said it … and it sounds too weird for words. My little boy is now definitely a big boy.
He certainly eats like a ‘big boy’ – much, much more than me and more than Steve too. But then when you spend a large chunk of your life powering up and down a swimming pool – it should come as no surprise. Most meals are followed by the question, “Is there any more?” and an hour or so later a large bowl of breakfast cereal will appear – just to fill that last little gap.
And if you were to ask him what his favourite dinner was …. firstly, you would never get a quick answer – it’s a serious subject after all … but when he finally decides, it would almost always be … Shepherd’s Pie. He will eat anything (except for melon – random, I know) but given the choice, a traditional, home-cooked, comfort food like Shepherd’s Pie wins it for him….