Quick and dirty

A quick one, because between this afternoon's no-nap-extravaganza and my pilates class this evening (which will probably give over-tired Mabel an attack of the separation-anxieties and mean she won't let me go once I get home and finally put her to sleep), I doubt I'll have any time to post anything more today.

The end.

All right, so that explanation took as long as actually writing the post would have, but here's the post anyway. I promise not to proof it, so it won't take any extra time.

(I may be lying about that.)

Yesterday I fished out a pair of trousers from the back of Monkey's drawer that he hadn't yet worn. I'd got them on sale during the summer, and they're sort of blue cargo pants. I thought he might like them because they had plenty of pockets, but you can never predict how he's going to react to a new item of clothing, especially when it's (a) not jeans and (b) not superhero themed. Anyway, it turned out he loved them more than anything he's ever had in his whole life, because they have a giant hook-and-eye closure at the top of the fly instead of a boring old button or snapper. He thinks they're the coolest thing ever.

So much so that when we got to school this morning he ran over to his teacher crying, "Look at this, Miss Ann!" and proceeded to start unbuttoning his trousers. She was a little taken aback, but years of teaching four-year-olds must prepare you to be unfazed at all times. "Look at the cool fastener on my trousers!" She said to me, laughing, that she thought at first he was about to show her his underpants. As if.

Later, on the way home, he asked me when he'd be able to click his fingers like Daddy can. I sympathised, and said he'd have to practise a lot and his fingers would have to get stronger. "And they need moisturiser," he pointed out.
I agreed that when your skin is too dry it doesn't work.
"Or you can just put your fingers in your nose," he added.

I'll leave you with that lovely thought for the day.