On a wet and miserable day, Eitan's KPR lose their first game of the season 2-1 to Mancroft in Surrey. Eitan scores the equaliser but the other side has the boys' number. Eitan notes that his team missing their two best players but overall, the lads seem happy with their play (I miss the match, gratefully accepting the car-pool). The boy now does his house chores and none to happy about it either. Bummer of a day, dude. While Eitan away, Madeleine and I bike half-way round Richmond Park. She hits every puddle and a soaking mess but loves every moment. Sonnet does some house organising, gets out the winter gear &c. I make a trip to the dump and blog away.
Me: "What is your favorite subject?"
Madeleine: "Lunch."
Me: "Try again."
Madeleine: "Pasta bolognese?"
Me: "Our goal is to fill your tool-box with skills."
Madeleine: "That's a metaphor, Dad"
Me: "Good. What are some things you want in your tool-box?"
Madeleine: "Art and drawing. Also maths."
Me: "Math is like the hammer. Any others?"
Madeleine: "Thinking."
Me: "Excellent!"
Madeleine: "That one is like a chainsaw, isn't it dad?"
