Training Log Archive: Edmund

Dad got up early today and we made some toast and practised saying "Happy Mother's Day!" one hundred times. Whatever that means. Then he said I had to draw a picture for mum. I decided to draw her a map so I drew some car-roads and some blue-water and also a "pond for ducks go in there" on the back of an envelope.
It is a great map. It is not as good as the cycling map of albany that I read every morning but Dad said it is pretty good for a first effort, pretty much as useful as Mum's first mapping effort anyway.

So by the time we got upstairs with the toast I had forgotten what I was supposed to say so I demanded to eat mum's toast and chocolates instead. She really appreciated her map but didn't give me any of her toast. She said this is the one day of the year when she gets to eat her own breakfast. Usually I eat everyone's breakfast. Except Toh-by's biskits and the fish food of course.

So because it was mother's day I had to take mum for a long walk. Dad got out of it by saying he had to go to work (sure) so he dropped us in the middle of nowhere and off we went into the bush in the rain. I burst into tears at first but when we turned the first corner there was a huuuuuuge slab of graniterock and a view of the harbour! I could see a big ship and woodchips and lots of leeeetle boats and also cars on the car-road.
After that I cheered up and with only 2 bananas and 8 cruskits and a large pear I managed to walk and walk and walk. We saw tadpoles in puddles and did lots of plyometric jumps up big steps and climbed onto graniteboulders and had a great time. Just when walking was starting to lose its attraction and the cruskits ran out, we found ourselves on a car-road and there was dad! He took us out for pancakes and coffee which was a far more sensible thing to do in the rain than mum's nutty ideas about nature, if you ask me.

In the next-door garden
They were taking down our wall
When the driveway turned quite sandy
And the truck couldn't move at all

So they brought a red digger
That had caterpillar tracks
And some ropes and a chain
Attached to the back

And Jecko in his yellow excavator
Came to help them pull the load
And they pulled the blue truck
All the way out to the road

Then they flattened the next-door garden
While they dismantled our wall
And Jecko got his chainsaw
And the trees began to fall

And our garden bed got demolished
And its dodgily-constructed drains
And all the bits went in the blue-truck
While I played with my trains

And later on the blue man
and his truck went back
And the tired yellow excavator
Slept out the back

Jecko took his chainsaw
And said he couldn't stay
But that he would come back tomorrow
To have another play

So I told my mum
That I clearly can't go to sleep
Or go to daycare tomorrow
Or even to the beach

Until Jecko and his digger
Finish digging up the sand
Even if it takes a month
And mum should understand

(With apologies to my favourite book The Little Yellow Digger)

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