A car in the foot is worth two in the toy box

Today started with Cody coming through to the lounge and telling me "You are not well".
After me reminding him that everyone has known this for a long time,the day took on the familiar routine of me wrestling the remote from him(cause I am bigger and I can),and him moaning about every program I want to watch.After a few hours of discussion on witch program is better,Discovery or Disney,we took the truck to the dump to get rid of Ninas latest discards from our ever diminishing garden.This trip, as Cody constantly reminds me "is for boys and not girls".

The rest of the day was relatively uneventful ........until shopping time .As Nina and I stood at the door waiting for Cody, the unmistakable sound of a limping child echoed down the hallway.The,"What has he done now",look was evident on both our faces.As Cody rounded the corner, the broken toe,foot or leg images that had filled our heads gave way to more of a "what on earth are you doing" scenario.Between Codys toes was a small red Ferrari.Being a McLaren fan ,I thought this an appropriate place for a car from the Italian Team.

Much to everyone's amusement the red F1 car stayed between the toes of our limping child during the whole shopping trip.He dutifully dragged his car adorned foot up and down every isle till he could take the cramp no longer.He then asked for help,which made us sigh in relief.At least now we could finish the shopping at a reasonable pace.BUT , no such luck,all he wanted help with was placing it between the toes on his other foot.All we could do was be thankful it wasn't his cricket bat.

All in all a gr8 day for Formula 1 and Charles Darwin,who's theories of evolution were played out in the canned goods isle of our local supermarket.

Take care and laugh a little.