Artun's post.

Artun says:

“I’m very sad (here I must insert a sad smiley so you, the reader, knows he’s really sad) :-({|= :cry: :-({|= Please can I have lots of money so I can be happy (cue happy face) :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: Because I can buy some new toys. Give anytime you like, because I’m a little boy, and you’re big.”

Tab,

Tell Artun I’ll send him some money because I would feel bad if he were sad… :frowning:

And for you… Are you teaching your son to be an American? :astonished: Atrun’s plaint sounds exactly like what I hear every day from practically every person I meet - and some of them are quite a bit older than Arrtun…

Actually the little sod has everything from his own DVD player to collection of lego the size of the moon.

He’s a black hole. :laughing:

It’s my fault really, I’ve always been a total no-work ethic hippy, so I decided to consciously make him into a bread-head by telling him made up stories about a Teddybear called “Teddybear Jones” who undertakes all these adventures for the Mayor of TeddyTown - Last night’s was helping Wall-e save Eve from the police - but importantly, TeddyBear Jones never does anything for free. The Mayor always gives him thousands of pounds for saving the town (again) or for example Wall-e gave him some gold cups that he’d found on a scrap heap, then TeddyBear Jones takes the cash to the local supermarket and buys ArtunBear the toy of choice, and flowers for MummyBear, and some sweeties for Laniebear.

Sometimes TeddyBear Jones [he’s me really] remembers to buy himself a ferrari. =D>

Artun says:

“I really like you [tentative], give me some new toys, but not toys from china because they always break…”

You see, politically aware five year old Breadhead. I have created a monster. :confused:

Artun practices his name:

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:confused: u h thjjklliş,
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OK. And for Lanie? I’m sure she’s figured out the scam… :laughing:

edit: And Teddybear Jones can forget the ferrari. :stuck_out_tongue:

Tell Artun to go get a bunch of Mom’s pots and pans, set them on the floor upside down, get a couple of spoons and start playing the drums with the pots and pans. He and his little sister ought to have loads of fun :smiley: :laughing:

Poor little Artun, I’ll contribute. Does he accept PayPal? :smiley:

And in return, is Daddy going to post some of his artwork in this thread? If the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, he’s got a boatload of creativity to work with. Let’s get it uploaded, Teddybear. :wink:

Personal check?

C’mon Kris, I didn’t just fall off the Daddy-tree yesterday. I’m about as likely to tell Artun how to make even more irritating noises as I am to suddenly grow wings and fly around the room. Shame on you.

No, Artun doesn’t take checks or paypal, he doesn’t need to, he only needs to take Daddy’s money. :cry: Sometimes we have some left for food and other unecessary stuff like that. :-k

Take some of Artun’s money and buy ear plugs for you, your wife and the neighbors. Support the boy’s creativity. Loud annoying noises are supposed to be adventures for kids. They must do it, orrrr it is repressed til they are teens :sunglasses: :sunglasses:

Hah - in that case it gets repressed, I’ve always wanted a popstar in the family… =D> I might get that ferrari afterall.

Oh no darlin, it won’t come out in a positive way :laughing: You just might end up buying a ferrari but, for someone else, or at least giving them what that car costs. :laughing: Have you not heard that repressing a kid is like turning the heat on high under a pressure cooker?

Why would you want a Ferrari? I’d never taken you for the sort who’d love looking like a tosser in the midst of a mid life crisis, no matter how ironic it might be given your intellect, character and the ongoing nature of your life’s crisis.

Curious.

I’d buy a football team. It’s the uberwealth status symbol of the present day.

I don’t really, and anyway, a Ferrari on Turkish roads would last about 10 minutes.

The Ferrari line is a symbol for all the things that Dad never gets. It goes like this:

“Daddeee - I wanna [insert horrendously priced piece of crap].”
“Yeah, yeah, and Daddy wants a Ferrari, but does he have one…?”
“No Daddy.”
“So…?”
“No [insert horrendously priced piece of crap]…?”
“No [insert horrendously priced piece of crap].”
“OOooohhhh.”

Actually, Daddy’s going to get a projector so he can watch Zombie-movies five feet tall. =D>

How much would it be to buy a Turkish football team?

Artun will also reap the benefits of a projector, when he’s old enough to appreciate cinema. So really, you’re doing it for him.

Well, unless it’s Fenerbahche, galatasaray, besiktas or trabzonspor, probably about 10p. :laughing: