Riding our bikes to school this morning, singing snatches of nonsense song and talking about nothing much, I tell F that one day he will be leader of the world. (I have no idea why.)
'Oh no,' he says, suddenly serious. 'I wouldn't want to do that.'
'Why not?'
'Because you'd look so important, no one would talk to you.'
'Oh. That's probably true. What about if you were leader of Australia?'
'Yep. Still too important.'
The little man on the pedestrian lights flashes green. F pedals ahead, over the main road.
He calls over his shoulder: 'I'd like to be leader of Yarraville, though.'
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What a sensible child you have there!
On the other hand, I'm not sure how important JH looks in those tracksuits.
Hmmm ... you have a point there!
And Yarraville is such a nice psrt of the world to be the leader of! Do you reckon he would consider expanding his boundaries to include as far as Williamstown and it's beaches, not to mention the Newport Strand? All my childhood days filled with the pleasures of those areas.
That's really cute. But tell him that being mayor could potentially be even worse than being Prime Minister, but with less pay. (I've sat through far too many council meetings in my time :P )
Tell F. I'm a Yarravillain, and if he isn't a good leader I will be Revolting.
I shall tell him to do so, Watershedd! I'm sure he'd be up for it.
Helen, consider him warned ...
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