
A few evenings ago: Pants on head and golden bauble on butt. Bobby introduced his new alter ego: "Mama, check me out, I'm Superpants!"This morning, he said to me apropos of nothing: "Every story needs a hero."


Bobby had superhero day at nursery and wanted to go as silver surfer (see pic 1), but at the very last minute he decided he had to be an invisible silver knight with a stead. Said stead, according to Bobby, had a magic left ear, which could hear trouble far away and take him to it in no time at all.
We went to a brilliant kids' festival called Pop Up this weekend in Coram's Field. The kids listened to Michael De Souza read from Rastamouse (see Michael here next to Bobby). They got to make their own Baddabling T-shirts that were nuff bad. Irie Man! Michael, the creator, was so brilliant with the kids. He had them shouting in Jamaican Patois. Later they met Axel Sheffler of the Gruffalo fame. It was like a mini Hay. I hope people make enough donations for the festival to happen again!






A couple of days ago, we went to our friend Mischa Richter's photography opening in the Folk Shop in Brick Lane. When he found out we were heading to Papa's shop, Bobby ran into his room, peeled off the shorts and T-shirt he was wearing, and pulled on these, his vest and his Hill-side tie. As a finishing touch he kept trying his look with and without his grey jacket, and decided on a more casual look. You just know he's thinking, yep, it's working for me.
Bobby did Tennis Camp for the first time this Easter holiday. On the second day came into our bedroom in the morning wailing 'I don't want to go to tennis camp!' When I enquired about why not given that he'd had so much fun the day before, he said, 'Because I can't find my shorts! (the denim cut offs with the toggles he is wearing) They were in the washing basket. Upon me retrieving them from the dirty pile, he skipped to camp that day and ended up winning the trophy for 'player of the day'. We don't call him Bobbele for nothing.




Last year, let's face it, the parents got rumbled. A couple of us had gone to Woolworth's and just blobbed bits on a cap. This year, the kids were under strict instructions to create their own bonnet. Bobby knew straight away 'I want a middle-sized square hat.' So he cut a square out of a bigger cardboard box. He painted it blue, 'like the sky'. Then he planted the chicks in egg cartons and the two strips of white paper on the far end are 'the easter bunny's teeth'. Look out Philip Treacy. Bobby Bone Tie is gonna get you.

It was Red Nose Day at Bobby's Nursery last week and the kids had to get dressed up as their favourite Gruffalo character. Obviously, he didn't want to be the mouse. We made the claws out of an old cereal box and the purple prickles from wooden clothes pegs. Happiness equals an excuse to wear a crazy outfit
