One of the best things about a three-year-old’s brain is the delightfully limitless imagination and pre-schooler logic that accompanies it. I often have fabulously bizarre conversations with Big Monkey (BM) and here is a transcript of our latest tête-à-tête over dinner:
BM: Are you happy mummy?
Me: Of course I am darling, I’m sitting with you and your brother having dinner, that makes me very happy. What makes you happy?
BM: (pauses to think) Dinosaurs. And web shooters, like Spiderman. Oh and crispies. (Slight frown appears) Lions don’t make me happy.
Me: So who is your best friend?
Me: And who are you going to marry when you grow up?
BM: Well, not Bella, because she didn’t share her torch with me the other day.
Me: That’s fair enough. So who will you marry instead?
MB: A fox. Probably. Or mummy.
Me: You know you can’t really marry a fox don’t you?
BM: Why? Because they eat ducks? And they have pointy ears?
Me: Well, that’s two very valid reasons, yes, but you just can’t marry an animal.
BM: Can I marry Spiderman?
Me: Er, not really…
BM: Then I’ll marry Santa. He’s got reindeer and he can jump down chimneys. Then I can have Christmas presents everyday.
Can’t argue with that.