Alastair is 4 years old ... and not a Wee Boy ... "Grandma! I'm a Big Boy!" While Ishie has always been a blether Alastair is coming up from behind as he now chatters away both when alone and with other people.
We all have a collection of Alastair-isms! Here are my current ones:
When playing by himself I overhear phrases "sharp and dangerous" [Mum?] ... "Check it out guys!" [television?] ... "according to the map" [Dad?] ... "I can hear the sun raising". We were chatting to the driver of a shiny black (funereal) limosine outside New Kilpatrick Church last week. He counted the number of door handles: 3 on each side. "They must have a lot of kids!" And lastly, he was telling me about animals they had seen at Crieff" chicks, and a pig. "Porky Pig?" sez I. "No, Porky Pine" !
He made a rocket and a launch pad in the middle of the kitchen floor recently. There had to be a slight modification of the Launch Procedure (which might interest NASA): instead of "5-4-3-2-1... lift off" it was ..... "1-2-3-4-5"!
We had a preview at Sunday dinnertime of Alastair in his school uniform for next autumn. He starts at Mosshead Primary (where Ishie will be going into Primary 2). Is he excited?! I should say so! Will he stand still for a photo? Dream on, Grandma!
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