"I wish I was you Dad".
These words were uttered to me within minutes of collecting my son for the weekend. I quickly corrected him. "You're better than me, so don't wish to be me". I explained that he was going to be fashioned by me but without the bad parts. I went on to explain not to try and be anyone other than himself. It was his job to be him as there was no one better to do that job and that was the point of his existence. 'To be yourself' , I liked the simplicity of it, the truth of it, the way it rolled easily off the tongue.
He seemed to understand as be sat quietly looking forwards out of the van window. I tried to go on further but his brain had wound down ....
"Dad do you want to play 'would you rather'."
Eg. Would you rather have a bird poo on you or a rope brain?
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