Monday 1 March 2010

Little bear Knows

First of all, little bear is teething AGAIN. He must have more teeth than a shark! But I spotted a back molar coming through this afternoon. Predictably it is accompanied by the horrific nappy rash. I suggested some 'medsin' ie baby nurofen to help. 'No medsin!' Little bear insisted.
'It's medicine for your mouth, not eye drops.' I tried to explain.
Little bear was adamant. 'No medsin.'

The bed time routine became a little surreal. First of all I had to calm a hysterical little bear with a promise that he would not have medicine. Then, as we were treated to little bear 'reading' Hairy McLary from Donaldson's Dairy we were treated to phrases like, 'Bottomley Potts covered spots. No medsin.'

Then we read the 'Rumpus at the Vet' as a collective effort. Little bear was naming the creatures in a crowded picture. 'Sheep,' he said.
'Where's the sheep?' dear heart asked.
Little bear pointed at a black poodle. 'Baa baa black sheep.' he explained.
Dear heart tried not to laugh. 'It's a poodle.' he said.
'Sheep.'
'Poodle.'
'Sheep.'
'Poodle.'
'Sheep.'

In a very short time some poor soul is going to have to try and teach little bear. They have my heartfelt sympathy.

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