As you all may have read in earlier blogs, I have three precocious, active and personable children. One of my runts is named Ewan, he’s just turned fwhee years old, loves to terrorise our puppies, Honey and Candy, and especially loves the noises he creates form every orifice of his being.
Like clockwork every morning at precisely 7:35 am, we play Catch Of The Day. This game is for the 3 years and younger crowd and it requires one major piece of equipment – a net in the shape of a nappy, or diaper, as we Americans would suggest.
It’s a quick game, usually lasting around 3-5 minutes, only because the rankness from the Catch takes over quickly and teaching a child to sit with it, will carry on until their 40 years old! It begins with a cuddle, butterfly kisses and goo-goo-ga-ga’s, all the while guessing what major ingredients went into the dinner dishes from the previous evening!
“Deed yu hev Camombert Soufflee fur zee deen-err or wazz zat Broccoli Bachamel Casserole, Monsieur Ewan? Wees ah leet-el sahsedge and kehchup?” I ask.
He grunts with a reddened face, along comes this gastrointestinal explosion. He bursts into fits of laughter, snorting and giggling, just letting you know that the catch has arrived!