‘What’s that? I don’t understand?’ My husband said.
‘Try Sarah Tops!’ My son yelled.
After many tears and much shouting, it transpired that he wanted a triceratops, a vicious dinosaur toy he picked up during our holiday last December (pictured). He must have learnt the proper name at nursery.
‘Mummy has a lot of hair, but daddy has a bold hatch,’ my son declared knowledgably the other day.
My husband’s attempts to explain the difference between hatch and patch were so far unsuccessful. On the other hand, this is a distinct improvement from ‘daddy has a hole on his head.’
‘Mummy, I want to play at you,’ he says at least several times a day.
‘With you,’ I correct him.
‘No, no, at you, mummy!’
Hmmm, sometimes that statement is correct, what can I say…
P.S. You can read Part 1 here.