Jamie-isms

While doing a jigsaw puzzle, as part of a running monologue:

“dis one be goes dere”
“dis piece…. no…dis way…no…dis way…”
“dis one be goes dere”
“yeah”
“dis one… mummy…what dis one mummy?”
“where dis one go mummy?”

While rocking to sleep at night:

“Ginkle ginkle gickel gar
Howya wowya waya are”

In a very sleepy lispy voice, with much rubbing of eyes, and to a remarkably accurate tune of twinkle twinkle little star.

The other afternoon we were driving back from a friend’s place, when Jamie started calling out "bine-babbles!” from the backseat. Puzzled, I looked back at him and asked “pineapples? And he pointed: “bine-babbles mummy!”. I looked around, back at the road. And, sure enough, the island strip up the road was lined with palm trees as far as the eye could see. Palm trees that looked just like enormous pineapples. I love seeing things with a new perspective that only a small child can give.