Deepwater

Silence in our house is never a good sign.  It normally means that one or other of the children has tied up and gagged the other.  So after a short while of silence on Sunday afternoon I dragged myself away from the football to investigate. 

To my profound surprise the children were playing together nicely (seriously I never thought I’d use those three words in the same sentence) with their playmobil hospital, rescue helicopter and numerous other emergency service vehicles.  

I asked what they were playing.  “Doh mum, it’s the Deepwater Horizon oil spill clean up of course” came the reply.  

Silly me. 

It’s so easy to get caught up in the routine of everyday - meal preparing, teeth cleaning, homework doing, park going - that sometimes I forget to notice how aware of the world my children are and how grown up they are.  They really think about things; big, important, global things. They think about them seriously and make sense of them in their own way. 

I just smiled and left them to it, best not find out who was Tony Hayward and who was Obama.