In the last few days Hayden seems to have turned into the parent around here. When coming down the stairs yesterday he told me “be careful by the gate daddy”. When we were reading through his book last night and one of the pop up pieces of the book was broken, on the next page he told me “don’t break it daddy”. When I make tea in the mornings he’s been known to say “it’s hot, be careful”.
Today I was just about to get in the shower, so wanted to keep Hayden occupied and I went to get his soft football (soccer) ball. He turns around and says “Don’t play ball” (when I got his football out this morning and started kicking it around, he must have got that from his mummy!!! certainly not his daddy!!).
Yesterday I was brushing my teeth and he wanted me to pick him up, so my hands were some what employed and I had to hold the toothbrush in my mouth – “Don’t chew it daddy!” – apparently the exact words Kara had told him the night before when he was chewing is toothbrush.