That's what little boys are made of.
Toddler: "I wish I had wings Mummy"
Me: "Ahh that would be lovely sweetheart, where would you go?"
Toddler: "I would go to London and scare everyone and poo on their heads."
So basically my eldest son has a beef with London and aspires to be a dirty pigeon.
We are almost coming to the end of half term.
It has been a revelation in terms of the realisation that our eldest boy is rapidly changing before our eyes.
I am convinced he is becoming one of those boys that at least one or more of the following applies too...
- Neighbours loathe them. They are utterly convinced they wear pit boots to run up and down the stairs the thousand times they do a day.
- Other members of the public curse under their breath when they plonk themselves and their lanky legs on the seat behind them on the bus.
- Old dears used to remark upon how cute they were in the supermarket trolly. They now tut at them walking down each aisle telling members of their family that they are 'smelly poo heads' or 'nose bogies.'
I might be able to squeeze another couple of years out of the boy before he becomes completely engrossed in the grossness that is being a little boy.
He still has to have his special blanket on his pillow at night.
He is still partial to a verse or two of 'daisy' when he is tired or feeling a bit sorry for himself.
I am still mostly 'Mummy' and not 'Mum.'
I will make the most of those little things while they last!