One Day

Xavier really wants to play tennis at the moment and hitting a ball in the backyard just isn't cutting it.
He asked me if we could play tennis and I must have answered with 'one day Xavier, one day'

Since that conversation we have had the following conversation nearly every day.
X - Mummy what day is it?
M - It is Sunday (or Monday, or Tuesday - we've had this conversation every day this week)
X- oh
M - why Xavi?
X - I wish it was one day, then I can play tennis

Bless his little heart! What makes it worse is that we walk past tennis courts when we walk Seth to school so he is seeing them nearly every day - he wants to play on those ones! I am a cheap Mum and I just want to wait until we go and see Grandad - then we can use his courts for free.

Ahh one day.