"Luca's got too much sugar inside. Can you see I'm excited? Can you? CAN YOU?"
"Luca's going to thrust his hand into the middle of the cake"
"Luca needs munchies now...."
"Daddy, what's constipation?"
"Luca's hands were cold. Much better now"
I know I shouldn't have mentioned where his hands are, but at least it's proof positive (if any was needed) that he's no longer a baby but a young boy.....
Talking of his winkie (I will stop referring to it after this, I promise) his potty training is going through a rather variable period. He had an accident at his Granny Jo's yesterday which left us with a pleasantly aroma'd poo glued to the seat of his white Iggle Piggle pants. Contrarily, at home he's almost perfect and even often sits on the toilet instead of his potty too.
Indeed, we're now even at the stage where I'm trying to train him to pee while standing up. Admittedly though, the word trying is all important. He stands and watches intently as I demonstrate but as yet is objecting to attempting it himself. "Daddy's having a wee!" he'll exclaim excitedly, "Splash down in the toilet". "Would Luca like to try?" I'll ask after finishing. "No" he'll reply immediately every time while giving me that glare he's replicated from his Mother......
**Useless fact of the day - A manned rocket can reach the moon in less time than it used to take to travel the length of England by stagecoach**
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