One morning Jet came into our room and climbed into the bed for a cuddle.
Putting his face on Daddy’s pillow,”You’re a bit stinky,” he said to Chris, charitably. “You smell like a, like a… like a dirty pillow.” (I really do not know where he got his inspiration from on that one.)
It is always a pleasure to be told you smell by your three year old boy, not often known for excellent personal hygiene themselves.
Later on in the day, Chris took the children shopping. Jet had been uncharacteristically lovely to his sister, showing her around his nursery and holding her hand as they walked down the road, so Chris decided that he deserved a special treat and bought
himself Jet a Star Wars lego set.
Walking back to the car, Jet benevolently suggested, “Would you like a special treat, too? For being a good Daddy?”
He had clearly been thinking about what Daddy should choose for his special treat, and was quick to make this suggestion.
“You could have a shower.”