This evening, after bath and stories, I had remembered to bring Monkey (favourite toy) upstairs!
Elliot: I love Monkey
Me: that’s nice
Elliot: I throw Monkey on the bed
(He throws Monkey on the bed)
Elliot: ah, Monkey sad now…
Me: why do you think Monkey is sad?
Elliot: he not liked throwing
Later, playing a last game of matching before bed. Elliot has 4 cards, I have 2.
Elliot: I have four, mummy have two
Elliot: here you go mummy (passes me one more) now you have three. I kind.
I love that boy!