On doctor's orders

I've been reminding anyone within earshot of my special dispensation from the doctor to not let water touch my head.

"Doctor said no wash hairs!"

It's been such a success that this afternoon I decided to modify the prescription;

"Doctor said no wash hands!"

Unfortunately this appeared to go too far. Not even a doctor of philosophy* would prescribe such a thing.

*Unless there's someone out there with a PHD on why we shouldn't wash our hands. If there is, please tell them to contact me directly!

Sauce on my head

I had an accident today.

I was in the car, waiting for mum to strap me in, when I leaned up against the door. When she opened the door I tumbled out and landed on my head. Not on the soft grass either, on concrete.

Ouch.

There was blood.

Dad came home straight away to make sure things were ok, and we all headed to the doctor where my head was examined.

No stiches needed, just a quick cleanup and some panadol, and a stern warning from mum to not lean against the door when it's being opened.

Later tonight, when recalling the events of the day, the way I explained the doctor cleaning up my wound was that he "put sauce on my head"!

I am also happy to report the doctor said no hair washing for two days. Yes!

The one thing they don't sell

Dad and I walked to the shops this afternoon to buy some groceries for tea.

As we entered the first aisle dad asked "so, what do we need?"

I answered.

"Um, I'm not sure they have that here", dad said.

Right next to us was staff member packing the shelves, he heard dad's reply, and wanting to be helpful asked, "can I help you find what you're looking for?"

Dad laughed, "it seems we're after some Racing Car Toast".

Long term tenant

Mum asked me today if I needed to go to the loo.

"No", I replied,"This poo wants to stay in my bum".

The prune juice may be called upon.

Egg bowl

When I'm at Grandma's house, I often like to eat a hard boiled egg.

So, the other day when Mum asked me what I'd like for afternoon tea, I asked for an egg.

She boiled one for me and then started to peel it.

"No!" I cried, "Not like that! You put it in an egg bowl!"

Mum searched high and low but, apparently, we're the only people in the world with no egg bowls in their kitchen.

"It looks like we don't have any egg cups" Mum said.

Well, that's just ridiculous.

So today, while I was at Kindy, Mum went to the shops and bought two little egg cups.

One for her and one for me.

* You might call them egg cups, but I prefer the term 'egg bowl'

Tv critic

"I don't like Iggle Piggle on the TV" I announced to dad as I pressed the 'off' button on the TV.

"I like Jim".

Routine

Things are getting back to normal this week at Long Lived Rock.

Mum and I took baby Lucy to Playgroup for the first time today.

I was very excited to get to play with my friends again. I haven't seen them for three weeks!

The girls were all interested in my new sister. And the mums all wanted to hold her. But we boys just wanted to play!

On the way home, Mum warned me that we were going back to daytime sleeps.

I must have been tired because I didn't even protest.

Mum put baby Lucy to bed first while I lay in my bed and waited for her to tuck me in.

And then we all had a sleep.

I like being back in routine.

I've even put it out there that Mum might like to take me back to Kindergym this week!