Telling Alby

Whilst the title might suggest this will be a post on educating Alby the reality is the opposite. Alby is really in his element when he is telling us. Sometimes we have great discussions - he can be really chatty about his day at school and I'm delighted he has yet to reach the "nothing" response I'm sure he I started doling out by age six. At other times it can be amusing, like when he tells us about how bikes work or what type of hungry he is feeling, an act usually accompanied by much "you see mummy" and "well, daddy" alongside rapidly twirling hands. Then there's the patronising telling. When we are all a bit tired and in need of a break. Albug gives his support to such situations by contradicting everything we say. For us, such situations are the ultimate test in parenting patience and tolerance. And let's be honest, it's a test we rarely pass with flying colours.

And finally we have the cute tellings. The ones where, to me, he is being genuinely gorgeous but to an outsider he likely appears as the biggest suck up. Like when he tells me I'm the prettiest, or when he hugs his daddy and tells him what best buddies they are. Or the other day when he was getting ready for school and we had the following chat:
Me: it's PE today Albs. Is that your favourite.
Albug: it's one of my favourites. It's not my most favourite.
Me: what's your most favourite.
Albs: when we sit still on the carpet.
Me: like you used to do in circle time at nursery?
Albs (arms now gesturing): yes mummy, because i am just so interested in learning things.

I love this boy.