Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Taking the other biscuit

A friend of ours held out a biscuit to Little Brother yesterday, a Malted Milk. In ordinary circumstances he would have received it with much rejoicing.

Not this time.

His beady eye had spotted, on the plate in her other hand, a Party Ring, blue and yellow icing glistening glossily.

“No, tank ooo”, he said. Then, pointing, “Dat one!”

Thursday, January 06, 2011

On Paddling Pools and Potty Training

I was reflecting this morning, as I ate my breakfast, that if Mummy follows the same schedule with baby brother as she did with me, then she’ll start potty training him at just about that time of year when the sun gets its act together and warms the garden enough for the paddling pool to come out. He’s two in June, you see.

I pictured, in my minds eye, the possible consequences, and elaborated upon them to Daddy as he sat down to enjoy his toast.

“So”, I concluded, poking a bread-stick in my dippy egg, “if you see any funny coloured water, beware of it”

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Happy New Year

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My Christmas

Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without a new sparkly outfit, and some new participants for my stories. So here they are:P1110220According to Mummy, it is also obligatory for baby brothers to be dressed in cute outfits on their second Christmas. So here he is:P1110242And Christmas time is all about peace and goodwill. So here that is:P1110264And isn’t there something about Christmas trees? Here’s one we found in the forest, when we were out on a walk. I’m guessing the wood elves did it:P1110324