“I WANT MANGO. I WANT MANGO. I WANT MANGO. I WANT MANGO. I WANT MANGO.”
Aidan has an addiction.
Can you guess what is?
Master Jai was lucky enough to have blue jelly and a packet-meringue for dessert last night.
In true kid-style, he mashed it up into a swirling mass that was barely recognisable.
Then he requested some custard, made for us adults, be added.
Oh dear. Now it looked like a snotty mess.
Despite the appearance, he still ate it.
This morning, the moment he walked into the kitchen, asked this question:
“Can I have jelly for breakfast?!
Sigh. “No dude, Jelly is NOT a breakfast food.”
Jai thinks he is so smart: He stepped outside, into the cold air, stepped back in and said “I need jelly to cool me down!!”
It’s gonna be a long day.
[This happened at 7.30am this morning!]
I hobbled towards lounge-room looking for Jai. Found him pushing his dining-chair down the hallway.
Me: “Where you going with that?”
Me: “What do you want?”
Dear gawd. Every morning. Yet again.
Me: “Buddy, seriously, again, they are a special food, not a breakfast. Mummy hid them because you keep stealing them!”
Jai: “KIDS NEVER GIVE UP!”
I swear I saw a little man with a blue face wearing a kilt materialise beside him.
Me: “Then know your limits.”
Jai: “I HAVE NO LIMITS!” Yep, he just said that.
Me: “Well, the marshmallows do.”
Somehow I distracted him from the location they are hidden.