1. Alec's chin is just about higher than the table. The waitress says: "You're very grown-up coming out for breakfast."
2. Alec's faith in my art skills: "Mummy draw hellercopter."
"Mummy draw scary wicked witch."
"Mummy draw Baby Loey."
"Mummy draw tiny baby Alec."
"Mummy draw barber lip lip Alec Daddy knee." The last is a masterpiece, if you ask me, showing our boy on Nick's knee having his hair cut -- but Alec says he looks like a little girl.
3. For some reason, I really want toast and Marmite. It tastes so good when I make some.
Already an art critic!! ;-)
ReplyDeleteA friend posted two photos, last Christmas and this year, of her grandson standing by the table holding their creche -- remarkable changes! Now she's thinking of doing it every year, same time, same background . . .
Never had Marmite - I've seen it in markets. Some day. Along with Vegemite.
ReplyDeleteMary, that's a lovely idea -- those year-by-year photos are really special.
ReplyDeleteJoe -- give it a try: it's one of those love or hate things. The world is split 50:50 on it.