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Fecklet has started to play in a different way. Instead of just hitting or shaking or pressing or biting things, he’s begun to use them. He holds a toy telephone up to his ear and starts talking. He rolls cars around on the floor and makes “brrrrrmmm” noises. And it’s any toy telephone (or real one), and any toy car, so he’s recognising that different things have the same function. It is, of course, adorable.
And don’t you find yourself shrieking “Look at him! He’s a genius!” ‘Cause I do
Well, he is a genius. That goes without saying.
Ha! You wait until he starts answering the telephone! You’ll cross the living room and hear this tiny, disembodied voice asking (with a touch of desperation) if Mummy is there. And he’ll be burbling amiably at it.
And then, of course, he’ll start dialling numbers for himself…
hmm, my girl picks up the phone…”Who that? mummy at Asda.” i wish she could pick somewhere a little more glam for me!
I remember the first time my son answered the phone at two and a half while watching tv in the living room. He told my mother he was busy and hung up before I’d even heard it ring.
But what surprised me even more was my mother calling back the next day and asking if I’d gotten her message…
Jan, Fran and Carol, I can picture all of that so clearly. It is adorable. Until, of course, it’s someone really important on the other end of the line who can’t get through.
Why Asda, do you think Fran?
Hey Julie, maybe therein lies the reason I haven’t had ‘the call’ yet…