It's a good job we've got a few more years to prepare Max for romance. Today, he was off school for a TED day so with Toby in school and Jared and Jonah out for their 'Special Day' (that's another blog...), Max and I had some time to ourselves. We decided to go out for lunch. Food is most definitely Max's love language. Without a doubt, it is the way to his heart.
After making up a story together about a dragon being a pet and discussing the excitement of how much he sweated when he was playing in the soft play centre ("it was literally pouring down the whole of my face, mum"), I happened to mention what might be expected of him if he was to take out a young lady. He must be growing up slightly because this time he didn't pretend to be sick. However, I still feel we have rather a long way to go.... Our conversation went something like this:
Me: "When you take a young lady out for dinner, Max, you have to pull out her chair for her before you sit down."
Max: (totally serious) "What if she's got a really fat bottom and needs another chair? Do I ask the waiter to bring one over for her?"
Then, later on, as we were leaving....
Me: "When you have a young lady with you, you will need to open the doors for her."
Max: "What if she is too fat to fit through the door?"
These were not the kind of conversations I was expecting to have with him. We have a lot of work ahead of us.....
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