Poor DorkySon gave himself a horrible nosebleed yesterday – his first one ever. Unlike most toddler injuries, it wasn’t sustained through overenthusiastic jumping on the bouncy castle, or dive-bombing off the sofa. Nope. Not my boy. He fell over into a chair because he was laughing so hard.
The cause of his mirth was overhearing me re-telling this conversation to DorkyDad… I’m not sure that it’s falling over funny, but it did make me smile.
DorkySon: Mummy, what is a detective?
Me: A detective is someone who solves mysteries.
DorkySon: What is a mystery?
Me: Umm… It’s a question you don’t know the answer to. Or if I lost something and I didn’t know where it had gone, that would be a mystery.
DorkySon: Is the TV lost?
Me: No, because we can see it right there.
DorkySon: Is this cushion lost?
Me: No, we know where it is. It’s right beside us.
DorkySon: Is this toy truck lost?
Me: No. If you can see something then it’s not lost
DorkySon thinks for a minute, before scrunching his eyes tightly shut.
DorkySon: Mummy! Oh! Oh! Mummy, My eyes are lost. Where can they be? Where can my eyes be, Mummy? It’s a mystery!