Something that in one child can be irksome and irritating, can be charming and funny in another. And so Boy Three put his first toe through his first sock probably as a consequence of much baby walker action. The Panther of News, not known for his kindness to socks, was very proud.
Serene acceptance of the consequences of my actions is important. If you encourage the blowing of raspberries as an educational and amusing pastime, you should not be surprised to find yourself showered in Ella’s Kitchen broccoli, pears and peas half diluted by saliva.
It’s possible to be very impressed by behavior that is also far from likeable. I had an idea that Boys One and Two had asked for remote control helicopters for Christmas from their Other Granny. I had shrugged and hope that it wouldn’t come to pass – remote control toys never actually living up to their promise long before their batteries run out. But yesterday OG reported that the request had followed them seeing the helicopters on sale and that they had both been so keen on them they wept when told they couldn’t have one. Er… what? Tears when a toy request is turned down, I don’t think so Boys. Boy One denied all knowledge but Boy Two hung his head and said: “They did look cool and I did cry because sometimes it helps to get things.”
“Would you have cried if it was me who said no?”
“No. And, er, mummy?”
“I love you.”