Being Sunday again, it was time for a father son adventure.
Last Sunday Oscar and I went to Manly on the ferry, today we went to darling harbour, or asOscar called it ‘Hubba”.
To break up the journey a bit we caught 2 trains, first an all stations train, then an express into Central.
As we pulled out of our station Oscar noticed all the lights on the platform were on so he raised his pointing finger and told me about every single one of them as we went past. “on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on on”. Bloody cityrail, turn your lights off I’m going insane here!!!
We walked down to Darling Harbour from Central and on arrival discovered that Darling Harobour has been transformed for the world cup FIFA fest and all we could see was orange fences. no park, no view just orange FIFA fences. so that was a bit dumb, but the dumbness continues..
Oscar had been drinking water pretty much the whole trip in, I think saying ‘on’ so much had dehidrated the poor little guy. Anyway i figured his nappy would be close to overflowing so needed to find a parents room to re-pant him. We eventually made it through the maze of orange fences to that shopping centre. Inside I followed the amenities signs to the parents room. After dodging tourists buying stuffed koalas and harbour bridge snow globes for a few hundred metres the signs disappeared, now they just had toilets and no mention of a parents room. I back tracked but still couldn’t find them.
I decided to try the next level up, maybe the signage up there would be more helpful, It wasn’t.
I found the parents room after much sweating and walking fast. And it definitely said ‘Parents Room’ not ‘Mothers Room’. I’m paranoid about that sort of thing so I read the sign on the door several times before entering.
I pushed the door open and Oscar’s pram around the tight corner but then it bumped into another pram, there was a lady sitting in a chair with her baby on her lap. I tried to get Oscar’s pram past but there wasn’t enough room unless she moved her pram a little. She didn’t so i gently moved it a bit to get Oscars past. Then the woman spoke.
“this room is not for men its for mothers only”
I cam up with the following response:
Excuse me? But this is a parents room, And I am a parent, my son has been filling his nappy with urine for the last couple of hours, and my wife is at home because i’m spending son quality time with my son, we have come into this room to change his nappy in a suitable environment so we don’t offend people by whipping out his bits and pieces on a food court table or bus stop seat. I really hope he has a juicy poo in his nappy, actually I don’t hope he has a juicy poo in his nappy because that will make me nauseous. I hope he has a reasonably sized solid poo that on release from the nappy fills the room with such a stench that you pass out and then while you are passed out I can put his poo filled nappy in your handbag!!
But what came out of my mouth was a little more sedated “Oh sorry, I’m just going to change my son’s nappy”
Which I did, he had a little bit of poo but it didn’t smell too bad and she didn’t pass out so i had to just put it in the supplied nappy bin!
On the way out I had to move her pram again so Oscar and I could leave.
I thought Oscar might enjoy going on the monorail, he is still young enough to think the monorail is a fun little train on sticks, not a useless, expensive, adult sized toy that doesn’t take you anywhere helpful.
So we went to the monofail station and waited for one to come, one came and Oscar called it ‘bubba’ I think because it’s like a little train and he calls all little things bubba, like in his bath he has toy turtles and the little one he calls bubba.
Anyway the first bubba came but there was no room for us and the pram, the second one came, same thing, the third one came, same again. who would have thought the monorail would be full???

the 4th one pulled in and a man in one of the carriages saw that Me and Oscar wanted to get in, so he came and grabbed the front of the pram and pulled it into the monorail, he then told his kids to get up so i could sit down. I tried to convince him I was happy standing but he insisted, So I sat and Oscar had a grand time.
On the train on the way home from our city adventure Oscar dropped a seriously bad fart, at first I thought it was funny so I laughed, and he laughed too. But after 10 minutes it was apparent it was not just some friendly fire, he had dropped a bomb.
I’m not making it up when I say that people moved away, I thought maybe they where just getting off, and they did get off, but then back on again in the next carriage.
Eventually we made it to our home station and headed for the lift, a man that was sitting near us earlier in the journey but later moved was standing at the lift too, when he saw us, he for some reason turned and took the stairs instead.
The lift ride was short, but it felt like a long time in that gas chamber.
We arrived home just in time for jenny to change his nappy before dinner!