Say: 'Tiger.'

No.1 son isn't lacking in the whole imagination area. Sometimes this causes us more trouble than anything, (his bedroom needed Vermicious Knid-proofing after reading Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator!) other times it's just funny!

At the end of a skype call with my Mum yesterday (you know the part of the conversation where you suddenly go, 'right.. we've been talking nonsense for about three quarters of an hour, now no.2 son has a very smelly nappy and it is imperative that I ring off immediately, but I've just got these 8 really urgent things that I've been desperate for an opportunity to talk to you about... just us?? Oh well!) so my Mum tries to distract (noisy) no.1 son by making him think about the tiger from the tiger who came to tea (as you do!), so we could finish up the conversation. In the end it was a bit of a nightmare, because the tiger that came to tea, actually came to tea, and then he needed a wee and went with elder rascal to the toilet, BUT on the way back..... HE ATE ALL THE STAIRS. Dreadful situation. So I'm trying to expediate the discussion of (now) 6 imperative items, whilst coping with a wailing 4 year old, 'He's eaten the staaaaaairs Mummy, how will I get down??' (Precocious? No :-0)

Anyway, we're playing schools today and I brought my camera out (an act that chills the boys to the bone) and when presented with no.1 son's grumpy face I tell him to think about.... and I pause grasping for something he might find serene... 'Momma', he smiles, 'AND THE TIGER', he beams. So funny. The initial shots are a little insipid even for my tastes, but he eventually settled with each shot, 'Say: Tiger!'

In other news. Horrible cold for poor boys, so our house is clingy, whingey central. I'm amused though by no.2 son presenting himself for a nose blow, which no.1 son has never done! What do you mean I need to get out more???

:-)