It took me a while to realise it amongst the daily rushing about and trying to be do everything and be everywhere on time but it dawned on me that Little Z has reached a very nice little age. The ticker tape of a bazillion questions is turning into very amusing and memorable conversations with a with thrown in that shows me his happy sense of humour, which obviously he must have inherited from me. Obviously. Ahem. His current most favourite “joke” ever is to say “Ketchup? Ketchup the bear?!”, the kind from the Paddington bear movie that he’s seen twice but somehow remembered for weeks. He falls about laughing each time he tells me. I can’t wait to get the movie for him.
Reading stories at night has evolved into making up imaginative stories with all manners of characters. Our most recent favourite is about Geoffery the posh Giraffe who demands Colin the Hippopatmus butler brings him a nice cup of tea. Thus ensues a whole series of adventures around the supermarket to find the perfect brew. Modern tales for my modern little boy that likes nothing more than going on normal exciting outings to mundane places that need to be visited as part of daily life. His own stories are far more dramatic and usually involve Oleg the meerkat, Olaf the snowman and some kind of explosive volcano or lots of snow. I get the feeling adventure will feature frequently in his life.
Fabulous Four has brought with it even more questions on everything as well as opinions on absolutely everything. He is very resolute in how he “doesn’t like BEJTABLES! None of them!” but will make generous exceptions for carrots and sweetcorn. Everything else still has to be picked off. Unless its disguised in pizza. He will regularly inform us on the importance of eating Brocolli though. After all, that is “the Hulks favourite food”.
Every so often he reminds us about the holiday we haven’t been on yet and the aeroplane ride he’s been promised and we’ve failed to deliver. In the Fabulous Four world, there is no such thing as waiting, or patience for that matter. I believe a trip to see the planes at Manchester Airport may be on the cards. And maybe some hot chocolate and cake. Just as a warm up.
Fabulous Four has shown hints of realising differences between boys and girls. Mainly questioning what each one can and can’t do. “Can girls play playstation? Can boys wear pink?”. Our reply of “Girls can play all toys AND boys can play with all toys” has become a semi regular mantra in our house.
Yes the Fabulous Fours are a lot of fun and I am not sad to see the back of the terrible threenage phase. Mind you, he’s only been four for one whole month. So it could come back to bite me big time. Probably as soon as I publish this post.
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