It’s great having an 8 year old, it’s amazing what you learn.
For instance we don’t say “wicked” anymore, we say “wick”, as in “that’s wick man” and it’s so not cool to say “cool”, that’s definitely not wick, it’s so last year.
Sometimes you’re a “loser” emphasised with the L sign made with your thumb and index finger and if you’re having a really bad day you’re a double loser which means you qualify for the double L sign.
Being a loser is better however than being a “minger” for which you get the M sign made with both hands and which cleverly enough, if turned upside down becomes “whatever”.
The whole thing, in my opinion, is a bit Vicky Pollard (as in V to the P to the icky to the ollard, yeah but, no but, yeah but, whatever)
An 8 year olds favourite phrases are “in a minute” and “it wasn’t my fault”, these can be used in response to pretty much anything, if neither of these work they smile at you sweetly and say “love you”. This is the ultimate get out of jail free card and very effective.
8 year olds won’t kiss you goodbye in the morning if any of their friends are watching, 8 year olds hide the remote control so you can’t turn over Sponge Bob Square Pants, dirt is magnetically attracted to them, they hate getting their hair washed and they just won’t stop growing!
You will also find that an 8 year old has the most infectious smile in the world, when they laugh it’s like music and you can’t help but join in. They say the funniest things, they are refreshingly honest, they have the best kisses, the warmest cuddles and there is so much gorgeousness crammed in there you wonder where it all fits.
I can’t believe my baby is 8!!!!
2005-11-28 @ 12:09