You learn something new every day. Especially when you are only two and three quarters.
Yes, this is Faris, writing the Daily Blog for Nanni who is wandering about her
house muttering under her breath. On her way she picks up odd multi-coloured mega blocks which have lodged themselves under the furniture and occasionally she gets down on her hands and knees to prise stickers off the wooden floor. It is good to know, don't
you think, that she has these small mementoes to remember us by, once we have left for home?
One of the important things I learnt yesterday was that you don't stop having birthdays when you are All Grown Up.
This was extremely reassuring as I had half wondered if once I am grown up, say three years old, or maybe four, that might be It, as far as birthdays are concerned. But, no, yesterday was Mummy's birthday and Nanni was determined that she would celebrate in
style. There was a Happy Birthday banner strung above the porch and the Giant Penguin was wearing a hat decorated with candles. No, not real candles, don't be silly - Nanni is reasonably sensible on matters Fire-Related.
It is a little while since I went to Nanni's because now I go to pre-school playgroup in the mornings, it's harder to fit in a trip down to Worthing. I love Playgroup. I particularly like the emphasis on the word "play", you see. I'm not too sure about
the school bit, Mummy used to go to school, she was a teacher. I'm sure, if necessary, I could be a teacher, I have taught Tala and Lilia (aka The Twinkles) all kinds of things, mostly of a destructive nature, to be fair, but being a teacher sounds like very
hard work compared with my other career ideas. These include, as regular readers may be aware, being a lifeguard on the beach which would involve me in Saving Lives. To be fair - and Nanni says the Daily Blog must always present a fair picture - I am mainly
motivated by the thought of driving the Beach Patrol Buggy. Which would be like driving my Little Tykes red and yellow car but faster.
Once I remembered everything about Nanni's house - how to flush the loo
in the bathroom, how to weigh myself on the bathroom scales, the squeaky door on the cupboard in the front bedroom, how to turn the bedside lamp on and off, the turtle mat I stand on after my bath - well, it was just like Home From Home.
Not everything was exactly the same. Usually I enjoy turning out the kitchen drawers which contain seriously fascinating objects like batteries, sticks with dangerous Pointy Ends, scissors, sharp knives and other Interesting
Implements, misuse of which brings Potentially Fatal Consequences. Guess what? Every single drawer was completely empty. I wonder why? Nanni said it was an excellent opportunity to do some clearing out. Hmmm, I think she may have had an ulterior motive. Whatever
that may mean. I am not even three years old yet, you can't expect me to understand the intricacies of the Adult Mind Set. Even when we are talking about Nanni who is possibly the nearest to pre-school Playgroup of any grown-up I know.
My favourite parts of the day involved blowing. As in, firstly, blowing out the Birthday Candles. Mummy needed my help in this and I was happy to oblige. It's a good thing I was there, all things considered because The Twinkles just
sat in their high chairs, clapping and waving. Both of which they do extremely well but it wasn't going to help Mummy blow out those candles before the wax spilled out all over the icing.
Then there was bath
time, where Nanni showed me how to blow bubbles. She was so good at this. I tried my best. I soaped my hands and made them into the same shape as Nanni did, and I blew. Oh how I blew! But while Nanni formed magnificent bubbles which floated over the bath until
I popped them, I just couldn't produce a single bubble. Maybe you simply have to reach a Great Age before you can master the art of bubble blowing.
Or - and I venture this thought even while knowing it is
quite ridiculous - perhaps my Nanni can do magic?
I wouldn't put it past her...