Week 17: The Good List

                                                        Good-List/Bad-List Evaluation Report

Name: Jude Theivamanoharan

Date of Birth: 7/8/22

Sex: Male

Country of Birth: United Kingdom

 

Bad List

Jude’s approach to nappy-free time frequently leaves his mother urine-sodden He will often liberate his bladder over her, displaying no remorse; in fact, cheekily smiling afterwards.

Whenever Jude appears to be sleeping soundly, he will upend it by having a disrupted night. It is as though he is toying with his parents, dangling sleepful nights in front of them and then snatching them away, quite literally dashing their dreams.

In addition to this, Jude’s bottom is louder than a Salvation Army Brass Band. He is utterly shameless about this, believing it appropriate to toot whatever the occasion. I fear his irreverence should he ever attend a funeral.

Good List

Jude has a smile that could stop a military dictator in their tracks, causing them to have second thoughts over their despotic campaign.

On top of this, Jude will smile on demand. Whenever you smile at him, he will smile back at you. A baby’s smile can lift the sourest cloud: it is sunshine indoors.

Furthermore, Jude likes a cuddle. With his two-year-old brother going through a teenage phase (rejecting physical contact with his parents) he offers a place for his parents to wrap their arms.

Also, Jude demonstrates Buddhist calm when faced with his brother’s rough hands. He appreciates his brother means no harm, recognising there will be collateral damage when a toddler comes militarised with affection

Recommendation

Although Jude has little control of his internal functions, this is one minor blot on his copybook. For me, he is a small boy with a big heart. He would light up the darkest soul, bringing cheer to all. And what’s Christmas if it isn’t cheer.

Without reservation, I recommend him for the good list.


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