We had steamed broccoli, cherry tomatoes, and BBQ steak last night for dinner. Mpants grabbed a stem of broccoli from the bowl and stood it up on the side of his plate.

“Look Mummy. A brocco-tree!”

I’ll build that

Last night, I read Mpants the infamous “Cat-in-the-Hat” by Dr. Seuss for his bedtime story. We got through the mischevious cat and everything that he can do. We got through Thing One and Thing Two. I told him those two little things reminded me of him and his brother. Running through the house. Total destruction in their wake, like two self-contained tornados.

We get to the page where the Cat-in-the-Hat comes back to pick up the mess.

I mention: “Wow, wouldn’t it be great if I had a picker-upper like that? All those hands. It would be so easy to pick things up.”

Mpants looks at me and says earnestly: “Mummy. You buy the parts. I will build that picker-upper for you.”

Is it pretty Mummy?

“Is it pretty Mummy?” Mpants asks as I survey the living room they have decorated with three rolls of toilet paper.

He looks so earnest and asks again: “Is it pretty?”

“It’s lovely sweetie. Thank you.”

Balloon games

We have been playing with balloons a bit before bedtime the last few nights. We try to keep them in the air with only one part of our bodies: head, foot, hands. Tonight, Mpants says: “Look Mummy. I am using my nose.” And he bounces the balloon off his nose. He continues: “Then I do a little dance.” And he wiggles his butt and flaps his arms like a chicken.

Bounce. Wiggle. Flap. Bounce. Wiggle. Flap. All around the living room.

We laugh our heads off.