Oh to understand the workings of a four-year-old's mind. From what I'm gathering, observing Magnus,dinosaurs, rockets and general mechanics feature heavily, content wise (hence the hit book at the library - "DinoTrucks"). Metacognitively speaking, it's all black and white. No grey areas here. An answer is required for every question, even those questions that can't be answered like "Why when something's died-ed can't it be alive again?" My weary 5pm answer of "Because it just can't" doesn't cut it. And what a stark contrast to a 2 year old's personality. Tactile is the word that comes to mind. What you can touch and what you can see. Like Mummy in bed at 5:30am (what you can see) and whats on the end of my finger (what you can feel)and the rapdily developing vocabulary of "Mummy, booger! And what the 2 year old can do to re-affirm his place as boss (scream really loudly and get out of bed 10 times in 15 minutes)
Anyhow, to come back to the title, which refers to all the trouser wearers in this house, these names were announced by Magi one morning. I had just returned from a run (and it feels quite strange to be saying that, but not nearly as strange as it feels doing it) and Mikey announced "Mummy's a runner!", to which Magi replied "Yeah, Mummy's a runner, Mikko's a fiddler, Daddy's a worker and I'm an aeroplane maker!". Classic.
Mikey has since said that he wishes to be known as a paddler, not a worker, and so we toddled off to the Alley for an afternoon session of paddling (the boat variety) and paddling (the splashing around variety).
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