Crikey

"Another piece of chocolate toast, please!" chirped the Boy Wonder.

"Really?" I said. "You've had two pieces already." "I know," he replied. "But I want free. No, four. Five... no, eight pieces!" "Well, let's take them one at a time, shall we?" I said, making the third one, and silently celebrating the fact that it was granary bread, and the chocolate spread was dark, not too sweet, and contained crushed hazelnuts. B did spot the seeds in the bread at one point, but I quickly scraped some spread across the surface before he had a chance to investigate too closely, and by the time I'd cut the toast into bite-sized chunks and put it in front of him, he was too busy shovelling it into his mouth to remember that there was something potentially objectionable about it. In the end he stopped at four pieces, but only, I think, because he couldn't physically fit any more in. Given that he wasn't very well today, and even at the best of times eating has never been one of his superpowers, I have to assume that he's on a growth spurt.

I'm going to blame the not-very-wellness for the fact that the Boy was quite contrary at various points in the day, but despite the odd upset, we still had plenty of fun. When we went out for a walk he wanted to use my macro binoculars  "to look for bad guys coming down the road," and though I'm pretty sure he can't yet focus them, I hung them round his neck and let him try to use them. At one point I focused them for him on a car some way down the road, then handed them back and asked him if the car now looked really close - to which he replied, yes, it did, but he didn't actually want it to be that close, because it was the bad guys' car, and how could he make it go really far away? After which he spent more time using the binoculars backwards than the right way round.

I was amused when he added a neighbour's safety mirror into his experiments in optics, and I'd love to know what (if anything) he could see here. When he lowered the binoculars and looked at himself in the mirror without them, he realised that his reflection was distorted, and then spent a little while entertaining himself by pulling monstrous faces.

The Boy's word of the day, beautifully delivered at any moment requiring an expression of surprise: "Crikey!"