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Conversations with the Doctor have yielded some pearlers of late.

• When discussing the possibilities of why his toast could have been over-done, "Well I'll have to borrow a book from the library about toast then."
• When he was lying in bed with me, I felt terribly unwell and told him not to touch me, and I did say, I'm sorry Doctor, please move over and don't touch me, to which the Doctor responded, "Oh Mummy, it's nothing to be sorry about."
• "Mum bought me some ink suncream." I didn't. I bought him some 30 + zinc sun cream. Zinc and ink. You tell me the difference.
• "So Dad, when did you and I meet?"
• "Look Mum, that's cool, I'll have to Christmas list it." Anything he sees that he likes, he Christmas lists.

While our parent-child relationship is blossoming (it would be hard not to in comparison to my current parent-child relationship with Tiny). He does drive me insane with his all-day everyday commentary of absolutely everything that is happening, or that's about to happen, or that has already happened. Or the need to continually recap everything, I love listening to his vocabulary grow. I never have the heart to correct him when he mispronounces words (animals = aminals) because let's be real here, he's not going to be saying the same at 18, so why rain on his parade?

The Doctor's verve for learning. For discovery. His inquisitiveness. I hope to nurture it. Some days, I admit, we have bad days, but for the most, I love to watch him grow.