More Noey-isms

When Noey woke up from his nap one afternoon about a week ago, I realised to my dismay, that there was a smell of poop emanating from him. I don't know if he fell asleep with poop in his diaper (he still wears one during naps which I think might last longer than 1.5hrs) or whether he'd just done it when he woke up. Whatever the case, I realised that my hopes of getting him back to sleep for longer were shot.

"Noey," I said reproachfully, "you're smelly!"

He grinned. "Noey smells like a baby!" he said.

"Babies smell like poo-poo?" I asked.

"Yes!" he replied. "And Noey is an enormous baby."

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Noey was playing with his train set one morning on his play table when he casually swiped at his toy cars on the same table and knocked them over the edge onto the floor.

"Noey," I said, "you dropped your cars on the floor! Don't do that."

He looked at me as if I didn't understand and said, "This is called playing."

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One hand on some reading material, and the other, my Mummy's elbow. Noey's idea of the perfect evening.

For the record, I didn't even realise he'd automatically held on to my elbow, till DD (who had laughed on seeing us and ran off to get his camera) pointed it out to me. Yes, I've tragically just accepted my fate as the elbow provider!