Granny is pleased

Grandson and I had a trip to the museum and shared a scone. When he'd finished, he wiped his mouth with his napkin. Sophistication.

He looked at this picture of a locomotive. "Can't get in that picture," he observed. True.

Then, in a part of the museum where I'd never taken him before -

Me: That's a big pot.
Him: It's a cauldron.

Can't argue with that.

On the way home, he narrated the journey as usual, but with changes. "Granny is turning left" and "Granny is turning right." Accuracy: 100% (which, considering that his mother still has to pause and consider which hand is which, is quite impressive).

And "That's a number fourteen bus... that's a number twenty-two bus." Right both times.

We came home and enjoyed playing in the castle. When it was time to go home to bed, he was slightly reluctant. "Stay at Granny's house?" he suggested. However, he agreed to get his jacket on and climb into the car.

"If Mummy asks if you've been a good boy," I told him, "I'll say...?"

"Yes," he said. Then, with a note of complacency, he murmured to himself, "Granny is pleased."

Oh, it's so interesting to see all this happening in his nearly-two-and-a-half-year-old brain. Love you lots, little N!