In the last few weeks, Mummy says I’ve been a “terror” – I’m two, lets face it, what does she expect? Over the last few days I’ve had a bit of a whirlwind of change – I can catch a ball pretty consistently now, I know how to play with words a bit more, and my memory is getting better. Another thing I have learned is that things belong to people – specifically ME, it’s all MINE.
I have a tablet that I like to watch videos on, there’s a fun iPlayer app on there where I can watch Bing and Ruff-Ruff, Tweet and Dave. Mummy says it’s her tablet but she lets me play with it, but considering she got a new computer this week I think its fair to say the tablet is MOSTLY mine now.
I love that tablet. There’s a great video of a little boy opening up loads of Lightening McQueen toys that I will happily watch on repeat. Mummy says I should use the tablet for games, like the drawing one where I have to make a circle with my finger, or the dinosaur puzzles. Or the CBeebies one, but it’s MINE. I should be able to do what I want with it. And I want to watch a little kid not care about toys I would give my right arm for.
Mummy does insist on taking it off me though. Something to do with it needing to be charged, which I don’t understand, but it seems to take a whole day to do it, and it needs to be hidden away while it happens.
I’ve been steadily making a list of things that are mine. Would you like to read it?
- The television. I should be able to choose what to watch at all times. Not Rugby with Daddy. And especially not Neighbours with Mummy. Those people talk funny…
- All food. Whether it’s on my plate, or your plate, or on the plate belonging to a stranger. That there is mine. You get me? MINE.
- The contents of Mummy’s handbag. I don’t really know what’s in there- it’s dark and deep and I fear for my life should I fall in, but I want to know. And what I do know is the stuff that’s right at the bottom? That’s mine. Whatever it is.
- Mummy’s reading glasses. And her hat. ‘Nuff said.
- My hedgehog backpack. This is undisputed, it is mine. Mummy doesn’t seem to like it when I insist on dragging it around the living room for my adventures to discover dinosaurs.
- Everything in Tesco. I don’t need to take it all home, no, the nice people at Tesco have it all on shelves to keep it safe for me, but I do make an effort to touch everything while I’m there. I need that connection to my stuff.
- Mummy’s phone. She likes to think it’s hers, and she certainly holds on to it a lot, but it’s mine really. And she knows it. I think that’s why she carries it everywhere with her.
I’d love to know what you other toddlers out there have realised belongs to you – I’m certain there’s more to add to my list.