Nick’s very favourite part of school is PE. But he also likes library day, and bringing home a new book to read at bed time each week. This week he brought home The Golden Kangaroo.
In the book it mentions that The Golden Kangaroo is an “Aussie through and through.” As I read this part, I was surprised to hear, “Mum, what’s an Aussie?” I have failed my child! I have failed my country!
“You’re an Aussie!” I said. “No I not,” was the reply. I had to think for a second, before explaining to him what an Aussie was. “You were born in Australia, that makes you an Aussie.” Sorry, it was the best I could do on the spot. “Oh,” he said. “Ok.”
As I sit here, wondering what to blog about this week, I hear The Mechanic in the next room, reading The Golden Kangaroo to Nick. And I hear, loudly and proudly, “I’m an Aussie!”
I’m glad we’ve cleared that up. Now I just have to try and explain to him that he’s also an American without confusing the poor child. Any tips?
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