Sunday

Charlie asleep until 9.15am - bliss. Putting him to bed at 1am seems to work (I am lying).


He decided that it was very important to see what was going on outside today so, being too small to see out of the window; stood on my make-up bag so he was able to do so. He immediately knocked over the air-freshener with a well rehearsed 'Oops'. After picking up the bits I was unable to locate where to put one of the batteries - and muttered to myself that it was a mystery. He immediately looked round and said, 'Mummy, a misty? Scooby Doo can solve da misty'. Unfortunately he was unavailable.


When dressing him he was protesting at wearing a pink jumper, he then discovered that it had a small embroidered car logo on it and danced around the front room in joy suddenly feeling manly.


We went to Pizza Express for a late lunch and he was surprisingly well behaved - he sat on our table for his dough-balls before deciding that the people on table next to us looked more interesting. He went over and introduced himself, 'Pease to meet you - I Mr.Charlie' (always 'Mr Charlie' to strangers and Charlie to those he knows - he's formal like that) and ended up having a straw fight - this consists of thrusting the straw forward violently and shouting 'stupify' with a 5 year old named Annabel. He returned briefly for some pizza, which he took to another table, this time an empty table for 2 (he clearly finds us incredibly dull) and dined alone. He then returned again for his ice-cream and when this was finished went back to Annabel's table to share her dough-balls and Nutella.


When I asked what he would like for supper (much later) he said 'poo', he was then in a quandary as to what type - dog, cat or mouse. Unfortunately I was out of poo so he ended up with a banana and a yogurt.


He sleeps.