Private Thoughts Made Public

Ever since he learned to talk, we’ve not been able to get my son to be quiet. From deciding that fireworks make a loud noise and explode because they are crashing into the clouds, and being able to tell us so, all at the grand old age of 25 months, to refusing to count backwards from 10 down to 1 because “other people won’t like it”, he always manages to come up with a little gem. Here are some of the most recent ones.
Snooker final. World championship. First frame of afternoon session on the second day. Very tense. The players haven’t settled in yet. One of them goes for a pot. Misses. My son comments: “that was rubbish!”
Playing with Lego. He has the Motor Movers set and the Motion Madness set. Expensive, but worth it. He says “let’s make something we’ve not made before”. I say “ok.” Then he says “let’s not make something that goes down the piece of string, because I’m fed up with those.” He’s only had the Motor Movers set a week. Ho hum.
His phrase of the moment is “do you know what?” He seems to start every other sentence with it.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about what we’re going to give you for your dinner. What are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about you.”
Sweet
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Can you buy me an expensive toy?”
“Not this week, son, sorry.”
“Why not?”
“Because I haven’t got any money.”
“You could always go to the machine and get some.”
There’s just no answer to that, really.