As Little Z enters the age of “Talk from the minute you get up till the minute you go to sleep without drawing a breath” I find that the questions are coming thick and fast in a way that’s pretty tiring by the end of the day. On the flip side all the little discoveries he is making are coming thick and fast too. They’re lovely and occasionally funny to watch and provide many an entertaining conversation between the Other Half and I when Little Z has finally dropped off to sleep in the evening.
Like the time the electric meter man came to take the reading on the box:
“What’s he doing?”
“Why he in cupboard?”
“Whats a meter?”
Or like how he’s discovered that the Tesco man brings us lots of nice food, sometime things he absolutely loves. Unfortunately for him he got his facts slightly mixed up and thought it was some kind of door to door shop. So when the regular delivery man turned up at our doorstep this weekend Little Z greeted him with his usual emphatic hello and wave and then stood bold as brass and started placing his own shopping order in person:
“Hello! Can I have errrrrrrrrr……Monster Munch?”
The delivery man looked both surprised and amused and thankfully he was distracted by a big box of Crunchy Nut cornflakes instead.
Meanwhile, in the world of playing the epic game that is Hide and Seek has been discovered. The rules are always the same. It doesn’t matter whose turn it is, you must always count to 10 and then hide behind the curtain. Nothing else will do. Once discovered one must always shout “Boo!” causing hysterical laughter. Then repeat for all eternity or until a jigsaw is pulled out for distraction purposes.
And lastly, this week, Little Z has discovered Mini Eggs. This was a much mulled over decision by myself, about whether I was ready to share one with him at the risk of him discovering how completely addictive they are and then demanding the entire packet for himself. It was touch and go for a bit but eventually
I made myself I tentatively asked him if he’d like some chocolate and offered just the one. Just to check. After all, he may not like them. And mini eggs should never ever be wasted. So just the one, for now. He examined it carefully in his hand and looked a bit confused until he decided that, actually, it was not chocolate at all. With a solid self assured stance he declared,
“No Mummy. It a little egg. It going to grow!”
So that little egg is now living on our window sill. Growing.
Do you know how hard it is to not eat the last mini egg in your house?