Little Bear loves sausages, we very rarely have them at home but tonight they’re on the menu. Over breakfast I announced this to him expecting an excited response, “oh wow! Mummy you’re the best!” -that type of thing. But, what I actually got was, “Don’t burn your fingers mummy!”
Once, once I was foolish enough to burn my thumb whilst cooking sausages. It wasn’t my finest moment, the smoke alarm was going off, I had dropped tomatoes on the floor…the whole dinner making process was just chaotic! And yes, I cried…it really hurt! And have you tried cooking a meal with your thumb stuck in a cup of cold water?? Not easy!
Obviously Little Bear watched this whole debacle unfold. He then told nanny about it, his pre-school teacher, my friends, anyone who would listen…thank you darling!
And it’s clearly stuck in his mind. Am I forever to be tarnished with this burnt brush? When will he forget? Am I to be subjected to the sarcastic tones and withering looks of my toddler every time I cook sausages?
Before having Little Bear I expected some smart back chat, some sarcasm, some reminding of my faults…but not at two and a half!