It's been a big week for facing little and big people in ways that are fairly uncomfortable. Offspring No. 2 had his shot today.
I was mid sentence with the youngest trying to relay the concept that you could get a plant or an animal to have a voice 'in the first person' (at least I think that was what the primary teacher was asking for?). And OS No. 2 leapt up to assist with a practical example, giving the bananas on the bench 'a voice'. Unfortunately I missed his good intent due to the fact that he walked straight over the back of the lounge to reach his target audience (the bananas). I launched into a reprimand about respecting the furniture, and missed the fact that he was totally involved in the homework adventure!
Over the next few minutes he and I bantered in a similar fashion to that of OS No. 1 a couple of nights ago [read: parent lecture No. 2 for the week] until I realised that his enthusiasm for getting involved was so great that he had walked directly to the bananas messiah style (he was just completely focused on saving the moment).
Patriarchal wisdom in tatters, I asked for atonement, and was granted the forgiveness I needed to keep cooking the chicken vs a walk of shame. The night ended with the ritual reading of 'Giraffes Can't Dance', feeling very grateful, and vowing to live in 'the first person'.
I am sometimes green, but usually better to eat when yellow...