W, age 4, has been in our bed with me – Daddy’s long since gone elsewhere because W is a wriggle bum and it’s 6.10am. I won’t let us get up until there’s a number 7 on the alarm clock, so W climbs over my head every 5 minutes to see if there’s a 7 on the clock yet. Sure enough, when there is, he yodels it to All and Sundry, who are no doubt as grateful as I am for the update…..
Fast forward to sitting downstairs, and he informs me, from sitting under a blanket, that he’s ready for some food because he is hungry. But not breakfast food, I discover, because he doesn’t want that. Errr. Right. He’s hungry for food, but not breakfast food. And of course, he means biscuits, chocolate, crisps, whatever he could imagine, that’s not cereal. I leave it for a moment. Eventually he tells me….
“I’m hungry and you can get me whatever you like but not ham”…. and gets up, walks to fridge and points to the petit filous he would like for breakfast. He’s eats 2 and then finishes with the line “I think I’ll have some cheese for pudding now. Please and thank you Mummy…”
I love him so much. Sometimes I don’t mind this getting up super early with him, because we get to have these conversations. He’ll be annoying me by 8am, but for now, it’s lovely x
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