Random acts of cuteness

Some bits and pieces of Jamie anecdotes that don’t fit in anywhere else…

Jamie has recently developed a bit more interest in his train set.  The interest is mainly in tipping it out onto the floor and then commenting gleefully and accurately "Messy!" (and, on one occasion, just as gleefully but rather less accurately: "I sink I is in trouble now!"  Oh, please, kiddo – all that time and effort we’ve put into not being the sort of authoritarian parents who’d come down heavily on you for that sort of thing, and you can’t give us credit?) but he’s showing at least some fleeting interest in aspects of it beyond the traffic lights.  Accordingly, a little while back he was sifting through the pieces – "White car," he commented, as he pulled out the police car.

"That’s a police car," I told him.

"Where police bus?" he inquired.

He meant the ambulance.  And it made complete sense: The set has a car and a bus in each colour category.  If there’s an orange car and an orange bus, a yellow car and a yellow bus… then a police car must imply the presence of a police bus.  Totally logical, from the viewpoint of a two-and-a-half-year-old.

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Another recent game involved climbing up onto his little chest of drawers and thence onto his big chest of drawers and thence down to the ground again – all the time placing a book of mine ahead of him as he crawled.  Which apparently put some sort of time limit on things: "Quick, Jamie, catch up with the book!" he exhorted himself.

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Looking at his drinking straw one evening over dinner, he noticed that the bend in it gave it the shape of a 7.  Which, of course, meant that the straw had to be made into the shape of all the other numbers as well.  Each in turn.  And then this had to happen every subsequent time he used a drinking straw, as well.  So now my dinners are interspersed with "Mummy make a number 5!  Mummy make a number 6!"  He did initially try phrasing this as "I sink Mummy wants to make a number 5…" but I wasn’t having any of that; I made sure we clarified exactly who it was wanted the numbers round here.  Incidentally, on the off-chance that you may have happened to wonder how far one can get making sequential numbers out of a single drinking straw, then the answer is 13 (if you cheat a bit with 11 by covering up the bit between the two 1s with your fingers).

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Today, during a long drive home from our in-laws with whom we spent an excellent Bank Holiday weekend, he decided that one of the funniest games ever consisted of hiding under a blanket and shouting "Baked potatoes!" at random intervals.  My required participation in this appeared to involve some peek-a-boo sequences in which I shouted "Baked potatoes!" instead of "Boo!" as I dived under the blanket to join him ("Mummy come in here and shout ‘Baked potatoes!’ ") or ducked out of site behind the edge of his car seat ("Mummy go ‘way and shout ‘Baked potatoes!’ ")  At one point I did try to vary it a bit by shouting "Boiled potatoes!" instead, but he just looked rather blank.  "Cheesy wedges!" was rather better received.  "After cheesy wedges comes apple an’ mango an’ blackcurrant juice," he assured me solemnly.  The whole game was considered unutterably hilarious, reducing him to convulsions of helpless giggling and keeping him entertained for a large part of the long drive back.  And, no, I still don’t have the foggiest idea what any of this was all about.

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2 responses to “Random acts of cuteness

  1. Constance

    Thank you for taking the time to write these. They are very special memories to share. XXM

  2. Ruth

    aaahh! can’t believe how cute he is. love Auntie Ruth x

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