Thursday, September 22, 2011

Tooth, biscuit and paper bag.

1. I am chatting to Anna when I feel a sharpness on Alec's gum -- his first tooth. Later he lets me look -- it's as tiny and as bright and as sharp as a new moon on a frosty night.

2. She leans past me and says to the grandmother with a crying toddler: "Just give him a biscuit."
"I can't-"
"I've got one if you-"
"-when the other children don't-"
"Just give him a snack -- no-one minds."
And she gets out a packet of maize puffs, he stops crying and no-one minds at all.

3. So I can cook supper without thinking up animals Old MacDonald to farm, I give Alec a large paper bag. When I turn back he has put it on his head.

3 comments:

  1. I love these stories, and how well you let him be himself! I was in a restaurant once, just my friend and I and a young couple with a baby. She kept trying to hush the child . . . finally I went over and told her that his happy chatter was a pleasure to hear, and that since there were no other customers in the place to possibly be bothered, she could just relax and enjoy her meal.

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  2. Yaaaayyy! First tooth! How exciting :-)

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  3. A tooth already! A was almost a year and walking before her first!

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