fun evening
Jan. 8th, 2010 08:41 amI saw my sister's family the other day, and my sister asked Caleb if he could remember what bees do. (ie - go to flowers, get nectar, go home, make honey...)
He couldn't remember what nectar was called, and settled on "special juice!" before his mummy reminded him.
Then later...
"...and then, Auntie Deird, they go to the flowers and get the special juice."
"Really? How interesting!" (says Auntie Deird, in a fascinated voice) "And do you remember what the special juice is?"
"...special juice."
"And what's the name of the special juice, Caleb?"
"It's called special juice."
"Yes, but do you remember what Mummy called it?"
"...juice?"
When I got home, I found a pigeon sitting on the windowsill, smugly taunting my cat, who kept shrieking and trying to throw himself through the window, in a vain attempt at bird catching. In retrospect, it's probably a good thing that the window was in the way - he'd either have caught the bird, and left me with a big pile of bloody feathers to clean up, or have failed, and spent the whole night sulking.
He couldn't remember what nectar was called, and settled on "special juice!" before his mummy reminded him.
Then later...
"...and then, Auntie Deird, they go to the flowers and get the special juice."
"Really? How interesting!" (says Auntie Deird, in a fascinated voice) "And do you remember what the special juice is?"
"...special juice."
"And what's the name of the special juice, Caleb?"
"It's called special juice."
"Yes, but do you remember what Mummy called it?"
"...juice?"
When I got home, I found a pigeon sitting on the windowsill, smugly taunting my cat, who kept shrieking and trying to throw himself through the window, in a vain attempt at bird catching. In retrospect, it's probably a good thing that the window was in the way - he'd either have caught the bird, and left me with a big pile of bloody feathers to clean up, or have failed, and spent the whole night sulking.