Regular readers may have noticed I have started to post regularly on Mondays and Thursdays. I am adding this bonus post because I had to share this lovely moment:
The Toddler announced it was “picpic time”. I sat down next to him. He ceremoniously held his shopping basket with groceries on his lap.
“What are we going to eat?” I ask. “Can I have a green cabbage?”
Yes, yes, I know, not traditional picnic fare, but I panicked, okay?
“Plates, Mummy!” the Toddler said. I went to the kitchen and got three paper plates. “One for you, one for me and one for the Baby,” I said.
I got the Baby and sat her on my lap. She was first offered a plastic lemon, but it rolled onto the floor.
Then, the Toddler invented the Best Game Ever. He took his paper plate and started to go: “Flap flap flap!” I followed suit with my own. “Birds!” he laughed. The birds swooped and flew and bumped into each other with big theatrical bumps.
From my lap, I suddenly heard a new sound. It was giggling. I looked down to find that the Baby was watching the paper-plate-birds, enthralled, beaming – and laughing.
“Look, the Baby is laughing! She likes your game!” I excitedly told the Toddler. “Let’s give her a plate and see if she wants to join in.” I held the third paper plate near her, and she dutifully grabbed it.
The Toddler snatched it back out of her hand and told me sternly: “Very little, Mummy.”
And that was the end of that.
It occurred to me the next day that we could make an actual bird out of the plate.