Being four: the agony and the ecstasy

17 Feb

He’s got a stick, a perfect stick, and he’s poking around on the beach, trying to tempt a crab out of it’s burrow.  The crab just scurries deeper into the fine yellow sand, leaving a perfectly cylindrical hole.

“It’s a hammering stick” he says as he starts whacking a rock with vigour.  “Look, I’m hammering, I’m going to break the rock!”  He breaks the stick.

His wail can be heard above the crashing waves, the waves that are too dangerous to swim in.  His wail can be heard above the deafening crickets in the pine trees, the crickets that sound like chainsaws.  “MY STICK”.

“Never mind, we’ll find you another stick.”  “But it won’t be as good” he sobs noisily.  “How about his one?”  “S’not straight enough.”  “Or this?”  “It.. it.. it… doesn’t have a sticky out bit at the side.”  He ratchets the wailing up a notch “I want my stick back.”  “What about this nice one?  It’s just right for hammering.”  “It’s too thick and that bit sticks out wrong.  I WANT MY STICK BACK.”

He collapses on the sand a picture of misery, with red rimmed eyes.  Nothing will ever replace his perfect stick. His life might as well be over.

Then, spying something beside him on the sand, “Oooh look!  A cuttlefish!”

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8 Responses to “Being four: the agony and the ecstasy”

  1. Nickie@Typecast 17/02/2011 at 10:50 am #

    aaww 🙂

    • itsasmallworldafterallfamily 21/02/2011 at 11:42 am #

      xxx

  2. gettingredy 18/02/2011 at 9:21 am #

    Hiya

    lovely blog. are you coming to Perth? If you’d like to visit another travelling family, we’d love it!

    • itsasmallworldafterallfamily 21/02/2011 at 11:41 am #

      Thank you, that sounds great!

  3. Paula 19/02/2011 at 9:33 am #

    Perfect x

    • itsasmallworldafterallfamily 21/02/2011 at 11:40 am #

      *grins*

  4. Kirsty 20/02/2011 at 12:04 am #

    I am laughing out loud at that. It’s so true, they really mean it and it really is the end of their world, for a little while. 🙂

    • itsasmallworldafterallfamily 21/02/2011 at 11:39 am #

      I wish we could get over things as quickly, but I’m glad I don’t have to suffer such extremes of emotion over a stick.

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