It’s Friday, not much is going on, McMini is upstairs ‘playing’ with a cross trainer, which is somewhat worrying but hey, he’s enjoying himself, taking some exercise and it’s keeping him quiet. Actually, it’s not, he’s shouting cheery numbers down to me as I sit here in the kitchen.
“One hundred a million!” clunk clunk, “seventy zero” clunk whirr clunk, “fifty a hundred three!”
Which reminds me, I don’t think I’ve posted anything about the conversation we had in the supermarket the other day.
After our splendid trip to Alsace, McMini has developed a liking for frankfurters or “les knack” as they are known in Alsace.
So I tend to buy them in packs of four, one sell by quite soon, one with a date a bit further away so I can keep it in reserve for later in the week. So there we are at the cold meats section and I’m rootling about at the back looking for one with a longer date. McMini is idly looking at the packets of stuff asking random questions and I am marvelling at the way his mind works.
For example, his question about precut salami: “How big is one of these sausages, Mummy, if it’s not cut up?” you get the picture, I’m sure. anyway, there we are.
“Do you know what this meat is?”
“No,” I say, because Mummy is not really looking.
“It’s pterodactyl meat.”
I grab the latest sell by date knacks I can find and pop up to see what he’s looking at. Pancetta, cubati de.
“Is it really?”
“Yes. They catch the pterodactyl and then they kill it, and cut it into tiny pieces and then WE eat it.”
“I see. That’s… very interesting. Did your father tell you that?”
“No, I made- I found out all by my own. I know all sorts of interesting things.”
At this point I notice an elderly man who gives me a lovely smile and walks away chuckling.
Later, on the way home, he says. “Mummy, I love you and Daddy and God more than anyone else in the whole WORLD even more than my best friends!”
This is how a five year old thinks and talks, I suppose and it’s really rather wonderful.