Whilst in the departure lounge at Akrotiri in somewhat sombre mood, we asked Kyle what drink he wanted from the kiosk. He replied that he wanted Coke 8. We were confused and said that there was no such drink, but he insisted he wanted one. Exasperated, Elena told him to point to the bottle he wanted, which was apparently on the third shelf. Finally, she realised he was pointing to this:
I nearly cried laughing!
There is a story behind this picture, so here it is:
That's me on my paraglider. Apparently, when I'm on my paraglider I am thinking about money, hence the pound signs (I thought they were Euro signs, but Elena assures me that she was showing him what pound signs looked like recently, so I guess that’s what they are). I am thinking so hard about money that my face has gone blue and then I crashed, but was alright, except that I have torn my (left) shirt sleeve and hurt my knee. Kyle rescued me and took me to the hospital. So far as I can tell, that is the full story, so errr... the end!
The other day, whilst watching ‘Brainjitsu’, a sort of thinking child’s competition programme (on BFBS 3 kids’ ‘room785’), in which contestants compete to be last ‘man’ standing and thus win thru’ a series of mental and physical challenges, the competitors were down to two, a boy and a girl. Normally, in this situation, Kyle announces that he wants the boy to win, however this day he said he wanted the girl to win. “Oh, why is that?” I asked. “because”, he said, “I don’t like little boys to be brown!” EeeeeK! I thought. We’ll need to have a little chat about that, but ultimately, I am not too concerned, since three of his best friends are Fijian and therefore, of a rather ‘dusky’ pigment! Suffice to say, he never batted an eyelid at this exclamation and didn’t feel it needed any explanation and neither did I ask for one. Kids will be kids and what is perceived as a terrible prejudice by adults, can actually be nothing at all to a child. If we, as adults didn’t get so excited and bang on about things like this (yes I’ve said it before, learned a lesson from our kids) I reckon the world would be a much better place! Truth be told, I found it quite funny!
I’ve been a bit remiss just lately, not posted any Kyloisms for some time now. A couple that ‘popped up’ just recently were: Like when we were having breakfast a week or so ago and the subject wandered on to mothers and babies, with there being so many expectant mums around. Elena turned to Kyle and said, “Yes, you really kicked a lot when you were in mummy’s tummy Kylo”. He replied, “Yeah, I’m really so sorry for that mummy!”
Just the other evening we were in Derynia for a meal with Mike, Magda and friends at the Stonegrill restaurant. We have never been there before and didn’t know quite what to expect, but the food was very lovely as it turned out. Soon my steak and a few other steaks arrived sitting on top of a super-preheated stone, sizzling wildly. “Are you having a barbecue daddy?” was Kyle’s innocent reaction. Kids grow so fast, I wonder when he’ll stop saying these little things that amuse us so much. Not until he’s at least twenty I hope, carry on the comedy Kylo!
Some few days before our trip up to the northern territories, Elena had asked Kyle if he was going to be an architect or a doctor and look after his mum and dad when they were older. “No”, he replied, “I’m going to be a picker”. Mum and dad looked at each other bewildered and asked “what are you going to pick?” “Figs!” came the response. We were slightly less than impressed at his choice of career and hoped that he would forget. During our visit to the ‘Turkish Republic’, the subject came up again, and he again insisted, “I’m going to be a fig picker”. Well, it’s nice to have ambition Kyle I must say!
We stopped off in Kyrenia for our first night on our little tour of the north and spent the night in The Teacher’s House hotel in the east end of town. In morning we enjoyed a breakfast on the patio and Kyle had some salad stuffs and a hard boiled egg. On closer examination of his egg, he noticed a little crack in the shell and asked in a loud voice, “Why is it already hatching?” This made me laugh a bit, I must confess! For pictures, see Cypriot Times blog.
Kyle, obviously over-tired and clearly upset with Elena, was engaging in a bit of an exchange with her, which I elected to keep out of. “Go and live in another house!” he said to her, “for ever!” Then after a moment’s pause, clearly not satisfied with the distance he’d managed to express, he added, “or outer space!” Children just don’t seem to have a rational grasp of the ‘hurt factor’, when they inflict their abuse. Meanwhile, I was biting my lip, trying to stifle my amusement. Needless to say, Elena didn’t share my enjoyment!
