So, young Master Oliver can talk, and it quite obviously expressing his disinterest in… well, lots of things! It’s past his bedtime, on a school night (Sunday), and Oliver is shouting things about the room by himself, aimed mostly at me.
“Bedtime’s boring!”
He seems to wind himself up into a little state, making his face go all red – the contrast between his rosy-red face and his blonde hair, coupled with those little blue eyes, makes him look quite funny.
I don’t remember Jack every saying that something was boring, especially in the tone that Oli is throwing about at the moment. But then, I think that Jack didn’t have an older brother to bring new words home from school.
Right now, I’ve put him into bed a couple of times already, and I know he’s tired – shattered, actually, as he’s not been allowed to sleep today – but he’s still chuntering away to himself about how “Daddy’s naughty” and “I don’t want my daddy”. His latest thing, is that he’s threatening to put me in the stingy nettles in the garden. Pleasant, I’m sure.
< two minutes later />
He’s just asked for a drink and a tissue, so I’ve changed from being the ‘baddie’ to being the ‘goodie’, as he’s had a drink, wiped his nose (sort of) and then given me a little kiss on my cheek before laying down to go to sleep.
And then there was silence.
Better go and get rid of those nettles before he wakes up…
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