So Mister Husband is currently addicted
to watching an American comedy called The
Big Bang Theory.
It’s very Friends like altogether with the whole chummy living across the
hallway from each other type set up.
I’m not up to date with all of their
names yet but one character stands out due to his extreme eccentricity and
non-conventional bordering on OCD ways.
His name is Sheldon and the boys love
him.For someone who speaks like he has
swallowed a physicist’s dictionary and whose facial expression rarely changes,
they think he’s funny.
But maybe that’s why.
The other morning Shy Boy grabbed the
remote control and expertly navigated his way around our terribly complicated
TV menu to find The Big Bang Theory
and settled back to watch some Sheldon all before 7am.
Last week Oldest Boy thought he saw
Penny from the show in the Topaz filling station.
I’m not wild about them watching this
sitcom.It’s a little grown up for them
and although they don’t understand the humour, the content goes in nevertheless.
But Sheldon did me a favour one day.
One of the things I find really
really annoying when I am sitting in the car at the school gate with them is as
soon as the car stops, they pop open their belts.
Our car is a seven seater with the
seat behind mine taken out to create extra space for school bags, swimming
gear, groceries and the like.
A great idea.But it also means there is enough room for
two of them to walk around in the back and like magnets, they are drawn to my
It gets elbowed, kicked, thumped and
bumped and all of my pleas for them to stop go unheeded.
This day I had an epiphany.
I turned round slowly and in a normal
voice I asked them, “Do you know the way Sheldon doesn’t like it when someone
sits in his seat?”
It’s one of his many many idiosyncrasies.
Their eyes lit up immediately.I’d made the first part of an important
“Yeah, he really doesn’t like it.It’s kinda funny.”
“Well, I really don’t like it when
someone keeps hitting the back of my
The second part of an important
I swear, understanding passed, frizzled, between them.
I have spent the last three years
sitting at that school of a morning begging, threatening them to stop at my seat and all it took was a little