Saturday, February 16, 2013

Out, delivered and distracted.

1. I do like to take Alec out for coffee and cake, just the two of us concentrating on each other.

2. "Where do you want it?"
"Are you allowed to take it upstairs?"
"Of course," says the delivery man and takes Alec's new bed straight to the bedroom.

3. "Want look after it!" but there is no way I'm letting Alec "look after" his cakey in the pushchair on the way home. "Want hold cakey!" he howls all the way down the street. Just this afternoon I was reading an article on the evils of distracting toddlers from their emotions, so I roll with it, empathising and giving him space to rage. Then "Want look after- Ohhh, van go brmmmm brmmm, Mummy."

Chime, dogs and get-away planning.

1. The doorbell chime signalling the arrival of a child home from school. 2. It strikes me how frequently the seconded coppers I am editing ...