Jojo came to see me for the afternoon yesterday.
“I bought shlowers for you Phrashey.” He announced as I opened the door.
As we ate our lunch he informed me that I could use my knife, but only older people can touch knives.
“Pippy can touch knife. I not touch knife, I not older. Ashy not touch knife too, Ashy too widdle to touch knife.”
He played drums while I sang:
Bee, bee, bumble bee. Can you sing your name to me?
We played a duplo game which involved a motor bike driving past animals sorted into groups; thee horses, three chickens, but only two cows.
Each time I reminded him not to put things into his mouth he asked:
“Why? It got germs?” (something to do with Yabba Gabba that those of us without three year olds are lucky enough to ignore…)
When he fell over we waited almost a full five minutes before he realised his leg was bleeding and immediately needed a bandaid.
So we watched Wiggles videos on youtube for a little while. Jojo was allowed to wear Pippy’s special headphones while Pippy was still at school.
As he left he told me, “You want to come to my house? You can come and play with me.”
Who could refuse an invitation like that?