We went to the lake at the university today, so Fecklet could use his new Thomas the Tank Engine wellies to splash through puddles and go chasing ducks. It was fun, though Fecklet got more bread than the ducks did.
I wish I could understand toddler obsession, though. At the beginning of our walk, he ate a banana, and for the rest of it, he carried the skin around with him. Even when it split into three. Even when it fell repeatedly in the mud. Even when he wanted his hands to do something else; he put one of the three pieces under his chin to hold it. At one point he put one of the three pieces of skin in the seat of the pushchair, which I was pushing alongside him, and he had to keep on checking to make sure it was still there.
Odd.
Then, later, when he’d finally forgotten about the poor banana skin, he spent a happy fifteen minutes repeatedly pushing a Twiglet through a hole in the side of his pushchair.
Naturally I indulge these obsessions as I am certain they’re signs of future genius, though as the genius is to do with banana skins and Twiglets I’m not sure what use it will be to others.
Uh-oh. Thomas the Tank Engine. Have you started your Brio collection, yet? Be warned: we once had to buy an extra Gordon because we’d accidentally left him behind when we went on holiday. This was when Son was about Fecklet’s age…
You also have the worm farm, the home-made volcanoes (aka bicarb soda, red food colouring and distilled vinegar) and the twig collection to come
Yay! Twig collection! Now there’s an obsession I can get behind.
Yes, of course it’s signs of genius – remember Dr.X will one day rule the world. He’s just developing the plan, sort of like Macguyver, with Twiglets and banana peels.
I can totally see where he’s headed – brilliant, simply genius!
It takes one to know one.