Recently Andrew has been getting more into drawing. He still won’t do it for very long at a time, but he will generally give it a go, mood permitting. And this week we have our very first funee on paper (as opposed to in speech), which is actually where the idea of the wot so funee linky started over at Actually Mummy’s blog. As usual, Andrew went out to his group at children’s church on Sunday, and came back with a picture that he had drawn and stuck, obviously with the help of the leaders. They had been talking about what Heaven will be like, and what will be there, and they made pictures on this theme. You can see Andrew’s here: smiley face, guitars, music, trees, hearts, flowers, rainbow, animals… and a purple splodge. When I asked him why this splodge was, he replied: “a level crossing”! You see in Andrew’s world, level crossings are amazing, so clearly if Heaven is amazing, it must contain level crossings. Good bit of toddler logic there.
Other than this, we’ve had the usual kind of funees too over the past 2 weeks (we had a break for Pancake Day last week and I wrote about our jar of change instead). After the plain pants incident a little while ago, I thought Andrew might be cottoning on to the meaning of ‘plain’ spelled like that. But not quite yet it seems. As we were walking into town last week, we saw some blue flashing lights and heard a siren coming towards us on the road. When it got nearer, I realised that it was an unmarked police car, and said “Look it’s a plain police car Andrew!” His response was classic: “Ahhhh, it’s going to the airport then!” Of course it is!
In many ways Andrew is like me, we share several personality traits. I find it hilarious when he says something that I have clearly said to him before, and it makes him seem even more like me. When I was shoving the ingredients for kedgeree in the slow cooker the other day, which isn’t a hard meal to prepare, he asked what I was doing, and when I gave my answer, his response was: “Wow, that’s impressive!” If you think so Andrew, that’s great, but I really don’t think it’s that hard. I know I often remark that something is impressive, and often with a sense of irony, so I presume he’s just following in my footsteps here. Another example from the bath the other day… he was getting annoyed that his toys kept slipping of the ledge that he was trying to rest them on at the side: “No, NO! I’ve told you several times, don’t fall off!!” I know I’ve said that to him, after he’s failed to listen to me despite several repetitions of whatever it was I was asking.
But I shouldn’t worry. I may get annoyed at his selective hearing, but he still thinks highly of me: “I like you Mummy…. you’re like Mummy Pig!” Thanks Andrew, I think I should take that as a compliment given how much you like Peppa and family, but being likened to a pig isn’t really what I strive for.
And to finish with, we have a couple of cases of Andrew getting just one sound wrong in a word and it making for comedy moments. Last week we found some crumpets in the freezer, and ate some toasted for lunch. The next day when I asked what he’d like for lunch, he replied: “Crispy trumpets! I love crispy trumpets, they’re my favourite!”
When playing with his Tracy Island toy, of course one or more of the Thunderbirds always saves the day and rescues people in distress. One day this week Andrew told us that the rescued people were now “safe and sand”. Almost, but not quite.