It’s all about him.

The boy and I are happily playing cricket inside. I bowl the ball at his bat and then he whacks it back to me.

“Galen, could I please just watch this on TV for a bit?”

starts watching tv

THWACK – the ball hits my nose.

“OW!”

LAUGHTER

“OK, I can play cricket again now.”

“No, watch TV.”

And just like that, the boy spent the next 10 minutes throwing a cricket ball at the side of my head.

The little man runs ahead – glancing sideways, staring down alleys.
Walls and ceilings and darkness close together.
Eeuuughhhhh he grunts.
Eeuuughhhhh he grunts again.
He turns around. Eyes searching.
Ladies loo. Hmm, ha!
Glint in the eye!
EEUUUGHHHHH he grunts again.
eeuuughhhhh the loo responds.
Echo found.

I stumble downstairs at 7:45 after the boy has been up since 6am.

“Daddy Galen cornflakes”
Did you eat cornflakes for breakfast? Were they yum?
“Yeah! Eat all up”
Wow. Are they all in your belly?
stares at me like I’m an idiot, then points to face
“Nooo. MOUTH.”

“Birds fly”
Does anybody else fly?
“People fly planes”
We flew in a plane didn’t we? Do you remember where we went?
“Australia”
Who did we see in Australia?
“Nanna. NickJeab. Grandpa. DaddysNanna”
It was good wasn’t it?
“Yeah!”
…
“Me outside back garden”