He is determined to teach me English, today’s lesson involved pouring a glass of water on the floor, pointing at the puddle and saying “wet” repeatedly until I agreed with him.
I made it almost two years without swearing near him, I drop one plate and he now has a new favourite word.
I used to worry what would happen to him if I left him alone, now I worry what’s going to happen to the room.
At playgroup I found him engaged in a heated debate with a small girl dressed up as a princess after stealing the furniture out of a dollhouse.
photo by Judith Cornwell, thanks.
Now that he’s figured out how his pockets work the variety of things found in them is a never ending adventure.