This week this has resulted in my son deciding to call me “Auntie”, on and off, throughout the week. It is usually quite funny when its a brief slip up, but I did get slightly worried after it went on for about 3 days. I could have sworn I caught a glint of humour in his eye, meaning he was purposely winding me up, but you can never be too sure with a two year old really, can you?
Thankfully, order has been restored again and I am “Mummy” again. For now.
Meanwhile, his endless string of questions are now starting to get harder and actually require a bit of thinking before I reply. It’s hard to think a child could bamboozle an adult after a mere 2 years of existence but I fear this may actually may be the case. It is as if he has now graduated from the beginners barrage of questioning stage and moved onto next level which is harder, faster and more difficult to fudge my way through. Take this, for instance…
Over the last week or so he has been very aware that the bath water, at some point, goes down that little plug hole. But he’s always a bit perplexed about where it goes. So each night, our conversation has gone something like this…
Little Z: “Mummy, where’s the (bath) water gone?”
Me: “Umm…it’s gone down the gutter”
Little Z: “What’s that?”
Me: (Resisting talking about the sewage system / how water is recycled) “It’s down that plug hole honey”.
Little Z: “Ohh ok! Water come back?”
Me: (Knowing saying no will upset him) “Yes it will come back tomorrow”
Little Z: “Heh?” (Not understanding concept of tomorrow)
Me: (Trying to climb back out of hole) “Later, It’ll come back later”
Little Z: “Oh ok! Water all gone?”
Me: “Yes honey, shall I take you out now?”
Little Z: (Looks thoughtfully at plug hole) We watch Moo-peeps?”
Me: “Yes, let’s watch The Muppets!”