Birthday boy
On the eve of J’s second birthday – two years! – a minor update. He loves: singing. Sure, he can’t speak. But he can hum pretty well, and grunt vaguely in tune. Winningly, he likes to grunt into a disconnected toy microphone, always from exactly the same spot bang in the middle of the living room. For a boy who isn’t normally much of a limelight-hogger, it’s quite out of character. Here he is, grunting Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
He also likes: demanding to do whatever anyone else is doing. It doesn’t matter how ridiculous it is. If someone says “I’m going to the toilet”, he wants the toilet too. If someone says, “I’m going to have breakfast”, he wants some of it – even if he’s already had his own breakfast, and half of someone else’s. What he likes less is his promotion, last week, from the nursery’s baby room, where he was comfortable, and loved, to the toddler room, where he is the smallest and the least vocal. It could be the making of him…
