We made it to a week people! The hubby is sizzling some carnivore delight in the kitchen as I write this, ready for when that pesky sun finally hides behind the horizon; the Lads are watching You Tube in their pyjamas, waiting for their share of the scran; and I'm going to stick some Beetroot Balls (don't ask) in the oven, as soon as I've shared today's act of kindness with you. So, all is well in the world.
Yet again, the Yardimci Lads were on fire this morning, with their eagerness to figure out how they'd get their kindness groove on today. Big Lad had eaten breakfast, got dressed, brushed teeth AND made his bed so that he had time to go on Pinterest and look for ideas. After reading out no less than 101 ideas for random acts of kindness he proclaimed, "Well I have an idea that isn't even on that list and I'm going to do it, I don't care what Pinterest says!"
(That's my boy)
Ten minutes later and we had a rather fetching card written and drawn in with my (best) Posca paint pens made out to one of Big Lad's bast mates, Noah. Apparently Noah had been off school yesterday (which I know must have been a big thing for Big Lad judging by the percentage of conversation time he continually commits to the subject of Noah), and that warranted another Yardimci creation.
And, if you're wondering, Little Lad's drawing is of a thermometer, not a bloody dagger and apparently the 'Cyan Head Bands' is THE best boys gang in school, whilst, you guessed it, the 'Rave Beast Boys' SUCK (oh to be young again).
On the way to school we all had a little chat about whether or not we thought Noah would be back at school today, and if not how we'd be proper kindness-doers, and still find a way to get his card to him. Then the convo got on to what kinds of things make us feel better when we're poorly (it's a looong walk to school) and I let the Lads in on a little memory of mine.
"When I was young, boys, your Granny used to give me a drink called Lucozade to help me get better. It's full of sugar and - I think - Barley and it's great if you're starting to feel better and just need a little boost of energy. But the funny thing was, that I never called it Lucozade, I called it 'Nana Juice' because it was also my Nana's favourite drink and it always made me think of her."
Well, they totally lapped this up. If you haven't tried telling your kids stories about when you were little, do it. It's nothing short of magic (unless they're over 12 in which case, avoid it for fear of your life).
"Ooooh - Nana Juice. Let's get Noah some!" Little Lad piped up.
"Yeah, Nana Juice for Noah, Nana Juice for Noah, Nana Juice for Noah!!!" Big Lad chanted jubilantly, before Little Lad joined in. Then the chorus rose and rose and eventually crescendoed with a giggling fit to end them all that potentially woke anybody left sleeping in Brixham.
And as luck would have it, there is a Spar on our school run. And there were a few coins in my purse. So we ran in there and we found that Nana Juice before we could really think it through.
Luckily Noah was back at school today in full, unbounded health and in grateful receivership of the Lads' offerings. And yes, he does look a little confused by the whole Nana Juice thing in the above photo, but I figure he spends every single day with Big Lad so this kind of thinking is potentially not an unusual occurrence (Little Lad's psycho face, however, is perhaps a separate concern).
So that's it, Day Seven done and dusted and we face tomorrow with fresh curiosity about what direction kindness will take us off in. It's Little Lad's birthday tomorrow, so THAT is going to be interesting.
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