Oh Emm Gee, another phase. Now we’re thirteen and we NEED to “get buff“. School starts in a week and five weeks of lying on the couch while I say “Come for a walk” is over. Suddenly, we now need to get fit and bulked up in the next couple days!
It’s 6.55pm and TomTom (with his mate Francois who’s staying over) NEEDS money and he NEEDS to walk to Pick n Pay to buy “future life” a fake-promise cereal endorsed by people who will say anything for $$. OK, OK, off you go, it’s late. PnP is just 200m up the road.
Pring from his phone: Dad, PnP is closed, can we go to Spar. Spar is 4km away and it’s 7.15pm. I ask: Don’t they close at 7.30? No at 8pm he says We can make it Dad! I’m not going to stop him. Off you go.
Halfway through my apple crumble n custard and black coffee which I’m eating as part of my alternative Tim Noakes diet – the original one (my other diet is the Tim Noakes ‘Banting’ Diet), I have misgivings. His friend with him is an only child and his Mom specifically worried about him not being able to ride a bicycle out in the big wide world, so maybe she wouldn’t approve of a 4km walk at 7.15 and a 4km walk back in the dark.
So I head off once I’m done to see how far they’ve got and to lift them there and back. Just like most other Westville Moms.
(Actually, Tom has ridden a lot and walked a lot and swam quite a lot these hols, so I do exaggerate somewhat).