In which she learns a new theory of the elements

[zeborah]

Visiting my friends and their 3-year-old son for a Matariki dinner. We had chips, at the end of which he proclaimed, "I ate all the things that I ate." I agreed this was logically true. He further went on to say that they went into his tummy "and they go round and round and round and round like the washing machine.(1) And then they turn into chocolate, and then they turn into dirt, and then they turn into wood, and then they turn into fire!"

As I was writing this up for posterity he said, "You really like that story, don't you?"

And then he said "I'm going to give you a kiss."
I'm working on that whole consent culture thing, so I said, "Where are you going to kiss me?"
"On your cheek."
"Okay." (So he kissed my cheek.) "Can I kiss you too?"
"Yeah." (So I kissed his cheek.) "That's a sweet kiss. You're a sweet kisser!"

Now he wants to write something too (some spelling and pointing at keys on my part):

zeborah
iaac
mum
IAAC
DAADDDDH





(1) He really likes washing machines.

Comments

[choirwoman]

I suppose there should be a 's' somewhere in 'iaac'?

[zeborah]

Usually there is, he's really good at spelling that one so not sure why he missed the 's' out last night.
The others I spelled for him, and then he elaborated on the "Dad".