I was woken up this morning by a 2 and a half year old, sitting next to me in my bed, his empty palms in front of him, asking the question ‘Where did my spider go?’
As an arachnophobic, there are few worse ways to welcome the day than that. And the thing with a toddler is you don’t even know if there was a spider. Their ability to imagine, misunderstand and contradict themselves knows no bounds.
A few weeks back Syd told me he had eaten a balloon. He told me this while clutching the remnants of a yellow balloon that he had managed to pop. The remnants, not the whole thing. I said “Did you really eat it?” “No.”
A search didn’t turn up the rest of the rubbery remains, but a further search of the google variety reassured me that he is by no means the first toddler that may have eaten one, and that generally it is not a big deal. A poo check over the next few days turned up no balloon, but neither has it turned up in the house. Questioning him at the time veered from ‘Yes’ to ‘No’ with no ultimate conclusion. Did he eat the balloon? Not a clue. But if he did, several weeks have passed without serious incident so I can suppose it has done him no harm.
OK, so his new-found verbal abilities may be frustrating at times, but they are also equally joyous and hilarious. Yesterday he told me I was a Princess. ‘Awww, that’s nice.’ I said. ‘Now Fly!’ he commanded. Apparently Princesses can do that.
The day before he called everyone ‘Burping Herberts’ for half an hour after copying it off the telly, while laughing in a dribbly, snot festooned fashion.
He is bossy – ‘NOW!’ being heavily favoured, but he has good manners, always saying his please and thank yous. When he told me to ‘Go Away’ the other day, I said ‘That’s not very nice is it.’ to which he replied ‘Go away, please.’
He now chatters away from dawn until dusk, and it is a source of delight, and occasional exasperation. Endless questions can wear thin, especially when repeated over and over. ‘It is still mustard, the same as the last twenty times you asked.’ On the whole it give us a window into what goes on in his head, and it is lovely.
I’ll tell you something though, I shall be checking very carefully before I get into bed tonight,
Love Miss Cisco XXX
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