Earlier this week, Dalton attended his first Beaver Scout meeting. For those of you who didn't know, Boy Scouts was started by an Englishman, and the English have long ago extended the idea down to quite an early age - the Beaver Scouts are for boys too young for Cub Scouts. So, anyway, Dalton attended this Beaver Scout meeting, and he seemed to really enjoy it. At the meeting, his Scout Master told him about a Merstham "Street Party" (their terminology, not mine), where he would have pancakes and "China Smash".
Michelle and I talked about what "China Smash" might be - crushed noodles, squashed wontons - we were clueless. After all, this is the place where "I'll have a lemonade," means "I'd like a Sprite," and a lemon squash is the equivalent of a lemonade. So, today we went to the Merstham Street Party.
The Merstham Street Party was tame, at least in comparison with the moniker. However, it was still pretty neat. There were games and rides for the kids, a magician who also did balloons, and they even provided a free "tea" for the kids, which comprised a sandwich, a couple of biscuits, and some squash. (As in blackcurrent squash or raspberry squash - i.e., Kool-Aid, or the like.) And yes, Dalton's Scout Master was also there, selling pancakes (crepes) and running a china smash, which was Dalton's favourite. Basically, you pay a pound, and you get four balls to throw at the china plates, cups, and saucers. Thus, china smash. Dalton wanted to play, so we let him throw the ball and break things. He was still talking about it afterwards, saying that if he had two pounds, he could have gotten eight balls, and then he could have broken a lot of things. Typical boy.
We also had a brief discussion of his lifetime goals after we left. He now wants to be a person who blows up balloons when he grows up. I'm not certain whether this is an improvement or not - previously he had wanted to be an unmarried policeman (the unmarried piece is very important to him), but he apparently decided today that policework is too dangerous, and blowing up balloons is the way to go. Maggie, of course, just wants to be a ballerina princess. Then there's the boy we met at the street party today who apparently is aspiring to be a busker. He approached us and showed us his plate-spinning skills - he was actually quite good, and probably about ten years old, and then stated that in a few years he would soon be spinning plates 24-7.
Me, I haven't figured out what I want to be when I grow up.
7 comments:
Never grow up! There's no fun in that.
Benjamin currently wants to be a cowboy astronaut. And Micah wants to be a cowboy doctor. I think both would be rather entertaining and the cowboy part would probably give stress-relief. I'm still thinking about what I want to be. Maybe a mom.
Oh, and I did the "China smash" thing when I was a child, but I got in huge trouble for it. I was just born on the wrong side of the world....
Well since we're talking about what we'll be when we grow up - me, i'm still figuring it out i guess, since i'm still unemployed! :) Cole currently wants to go to medical school, BUT he doesn't want to be a doctor, he wants to be a rock'n'roll star. I'm pushing for the rock'n'roll doctor!!
The china smash sounds like loads of fun. Cole would probably have enjoyed that too, but reading all about the food you guys have, Cole would never eat - where's McDonald's, Chick fil a? :)
Miss ya!!
Well - they do actually have McDonald's here, and Burger King, Pizza Hut, Papa John's and Starbucks. We've gotten a few pizza deliveries (not too many, mind you - at £20 per order, it's a special occasion sort of thing). By and large, though, Dalton manages to get by on chicken nuggets, frozen pizzas, and bagels with cream cheese (not exactly sure why he is so keen on those, but he is).
Please don't tell Dalton that blowing up balloons isn't really fun. Just buy him a helium tank or something.
So, Lisa, Cole can grow up to be Rick Springfield/Dr. Noah Drake, right?
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