Back home

When I got back to Boobie and Zaida's, lots of furniture had been moved round from when I last remembered. Boobie explained that it was the first night of Pesach (Passover) and the table, which seemed to have doubled in length, was laid for the first Seder (Passover meal).

Auntie Julie was there as well, as she had been helping Boobie out. She asked: "Joel, did you go on holiday?"
- "Yesz."
- "Did you go with Mummy and Daddy?"
- "Yesz."
- "Did you have a good time?"
- "Yesz."
- "Did you see lots of nice things?"
- "Oah-Yesz."
- "You're saying yes to everything!" Auntie Julie laughed. " Joel, do you want a three-course meal with chips?"
- "No."

Conversations II

On the plane, on the way back from San Francisco, I got about two hours sleep in the whole ten hour overnight flight. So did Mummy and Daddy. Daddy said he nearly got Deep Vein Thrombosis overnight with his legs cramped and crossed double with the weight of Mummy's legs and my head on top. Dad's such a drama queen. I was the one who couldn't get comfy stretched out on top of Mummy and Daddy. I did insist, however, on having my head end on Mummy and sitting on her for the duration of the flight. I mean, why sit on Daddy when Mummy's there to be sat on?

As we were coming in to land at Heathrow, I reminded Mummy that I needed to put my shoes on again:
- "Shoos!"
- "What's the matter, Joel, you want your shoes?"
- "Yesz."
- "Can you say, 'Please'?"
- "Cheese!"
- "Good boy. Look, Joel, Mummy can't quite reach your shoes now. Do you mind waiting another minute? You can put your shoes on in a minute."
- "Aw-wight. Aww-right."