Oil - yum.

I woke Charlie up this morning at 7.40am, after going through the usual charade of him hiding under the covers and pretending he wasn’t there followed by protestations of ‘I tired’ he decided to get up. 

When downstairs I gave him his banana (he initially refused to eat it because his leg hurt on the ‘straight bit near da bottom’) which he subsequently broke in half, suddenly his main priority in life was to mend it. After 10 minutes hard labour he was a sobbing wreck and only agreed to eat the ‘broken’ banana after numerous threats (mine) of chucking it in the bin. He then proceeded to ram two thirds of it in his mouth and was unable to speak for 5 minutes – once I established he was not choking I sat back and enjoyed the silence.

We then got dressed quickly and left for nursery. For some reason, outside the front door there is a large container of Castrol GTX engine oil – Charlie immediately spotted this and pointed it at it and asked ‘have dis on da pancakes later?’