My nephew came to stay.
‘Little man’ is six years old.
He likes porridge with raisins for breakfast.
He likes to drink water from a bottle.
He likes to wake up early in the morning. He can pull all the blinds up in the my house extremely quickly.
He likes washing machines and everything to do with them.
He is a very fast runner.
He loves to ride on the top of double decker buses..at the front…even if we only have two stops to travel.
He loves pink first and yellow second.
He doesn’t like having his hair brushed. That’s for girls.
He loves his mummy and his daddy very much.
He likes the computer.
His favourite phrase is ‘You’re a poo poo head’. Or anything ‘poo’ related actually.
He giggles at his own burps. Every single time.
He’s gone back home now. I miss him.
What struck me was how awake and alive and unflagging little man’s energy was from sun up to sun down. He was up and bouncing on my bed at 7am (I have since learned that this was something of a lie-in by child standards) On the first day we walked to the park, ran up the road, skipped to the shops and rode on the bus. Five of them. We made a very pink Valentines mobile for mummy…well lil L drew lots of hearts and I put it all together! I’m not ashamed to admit that I kept one eye on the clock until his bedtime. I was fast asleep less than an hour after he went to bed!
I have two girls who are now much older but I don’t remember feeling so ‘in demand’. They even woke up later. Maybe my memory is just fading with age. Are boys really THAT different?
And are burps really THAT funny?