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Better to be known as a sinner than a hypocrite.

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This morning myself and the Small Child went to his new school to complete his enrollment and to purchase all the relevant equipage associated with starting at a new educational institution… you know the drill.  Anyway, as I tortured the small boy with the trying on of uniform shirts and shorts and even the ‘compulsory school art smock’ … I found myself pondering the following question:

Are there levels of hypocrisy?

Because here I am…. enrolling the Small Child in a private Catholic school.  Now I’ve often felt I had a fantastic childhood and part of that I’ve always attributed to having had a pleasant childhood educational experience.  I was never subjected to bullying or social ostracism, never had difficulties with learning and I loved going to school – with the notable exception being when they lined us up to go to the bloody Qld Health Dental van where the apprentice dentists used to torture us … but that is another story.   Anyway, I am fairly certain that my predominantly positive memories of my early schooling was in no small part due to the fact that my parents shelled out the extra dosh to put me and my sisters through private Catholic schools where we had smaller classes, excellent  teachers and better resources. 

Now in my case… the whole Catholic thing didn’t really take…. so much so that I probably fall neatly into the atheist category (sorry Sister Mary).  So exactly how much of a hypocrite am I for enrolling Angel in Catholic school knowing that he’s going to be indoctrinated with a whole pile of shit I don’t believe in myself?   And given that it was totally premeditated – yes, I had him Christened Catholic when he was 6 months old anticipating that this is a prerequisite to getting into private schools.   Are there… degrees of hypocrisy?  Like maybe Hypocrisy in the First Degree is like when you’re anti-abortion and pro-death penalty, and Second Degree Hypocrisy is being publicly against gay marriage, but you’re actually a closet homosexual and are married with three kids sort of thing?  And so on and so forth…

And if so… what degree of hypocrisy is it for a lapsed Catholic who is anti organized religion to be sending their Small Child to Catholic school?  It’d have to be way down the list right?  Only a little teeny weeny Degree of Hypocrisy yeah?  Maybe 12th Degree or something huh?

Mom:   Wow!  Angel, you’ve grown so big lately, I think we better get the next size up!

Small Child:  I’m growing bigger every day Mom.  Except Saturdays obviously.

Mom:   Obviously   😮

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Chip off the old block or blocks plural.

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Last week the Small Child went to stay in Caloundra with his GrandpaDug who is visiting from Canada at the moment.  Being one of those grandparents who rarely gets to see his grandchildren due to geographical disparity … GrandpaDug finds hanging out with the Small Child to be amusing (lack of familiarity breeds unusual patience in cases such as these) and unsurprisingly has a tendency to indulge the rug rat and happily participates in child friendly activities the likes of which full time parents often find tedious.   This apparently saw GrandpaDug and the Small Child spending quite a bit of time hanging out at the hotel pool where I am led to believe the following conversation took place –

Anonymous  Small Boy at Hotel Pool:   I can see that lady’s boobs.

(My) Small Child:   Those aren’t boobs… they’re tits!

GrandpaDug:   That’s my boy!

Sigh… Obviously this is a result of the Mr K, the Small Child’s father, having a detrimental effect on the Small Child’s vocabulary and there’s scant little I can do about it.  I will however take solace in the fact that by the time I am finished with the same Small Child he’ll at least be able to correctly identify that  “they’re tits” is the proper form, rather than “there tits” or “their tits” when writing a sentiment of this nature…. unlike his father.
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You’re only young once, but you can be immature forever.

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Small Child:  Mom… I want a webcam.

Mom:   What do you want a webcam for babe?

Small Child:   So I can talk to you through the computer.

Mom:   Honey… your PC is in the next room… I don’t think you need a webcam  😐

It is usually around Christmas time each year that I start assessing the ‘stuff’ that the Small Child has been accruing over the year and I hate to admit it, but he’s kinda spoiled rotten (though perhaps not quite so indulged as his Dad would have him, seeing that I’ve refused to let a Wii into the house 🙂  He has a small TV and a DVD player/mini stereo system in his room, a not totally crap PC with a 19″ LCD monitor (in my defense it was cheaper than the 17″ one I set out to buy), there’s also a Nintendo Game Cube in the house with about 20 games and he has access to a DVD collection consisting of approximately 97 Disney cartoons and family movies.   He also has his Dad’s hand me down iPod mini (battery is a little unreliable) several remote control toys, a couple of push bikes, an overflowing toybox and more books than you can poke a stick at.

Anyway… the webcam request came after a recent request for an Eee PC like Mom’s and I also recall a tentative enquiry about getting his own mobile phone!!!  Oh what unrealistic expectations the Small Child does have!  He’s already amassed more toys than I had throughout my entire childhood. So I sat him down and started to tell him about all the great things he has that I never had when I was a kid….. and I sounded like my fucking grandmother!!!

I told him when I was little that we had no computers. 
When I was little we had no internet. 
When I was little we had no video games. 
When I was little we had no DVDs or even CDs. 
We also had no mobile phones. 
We had no remote control toys. 
We had no iPods, webcams, laptops or even colour TV for crying out loud!

We didn’t get a colour TV until I was about 8 I think and only had a teeny black and white thing up until that.    We got a VCR when I was about 12 and it may well have been the first one on our block.  Hell…  we didn’t even have a telephone in my house until I was 6 or 7!  I shared my bedroom with my elder sister, BigSal, until I was about 14, which meant we had to share all our toys and often clothes too.   And most sophisticated thing I’d ever owned (up until I bought myself a $300 Sony CD Walkman at 19) was a hand held Nintendo game of Snoopy Tennis that I got for Christmas when I was 15! 

* Just for the record – I can’t play Star Wars Lego for shit on the GameCube, but I totally rocked at Snoopy Tennis!!  I was the Snoopy Tennis Queen!   Things were so much simpler then…. Oh good Lord I sound sooooo fucking old!!!!!!    I guess in some way it’s just the same….  Angel is wanting all the cool stuff he sees around him and I did too I guess.  I remember envying kids from school who had one of those fancy Simon Says games… oh yeah – how I wanted one of those…. they were the ducks nuts!  That and a Speak and Spell!

  
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