We’re lying in bed playing and the Brat points to the fan and says ‘Look mama – it’s just like a helicopter…’
And eager to teach him I rush in and say helpfully, ‘Yeah – do you know what it’s called? It’s called a..a… *damn…racking my brains*..a propellor..’
To which he looks at me scornfully and says, ‘No it’s not. It’s called a rotor. Helicopters have rotors, planes have wings and rockets have..nothing!’
Alright my son … I see now why you spend hours flying imaginary planes around the house. Nothing is ever a waste of time, is it?
And why then, do I feel a little sad at my not-yet 4 year old knowing this? Is it because he’s growing up too fast?