whispered wishes

Life with our sweet 3 and-a-half year-old Lorcan just could not be more entertaining. He is full of chat, has already mastered the delicate art of sarcasm, does not like to be sermoned (recently interrupting one of my lectures with a casual: "yeah, yeah, mum... blah, blah") and, most of all, he just loves to make us laugh.

Lately he's been doing a lot of staring pensively into the distance and then quietly pronouncing a new and special wish. It's not so much what he wishes for... it's how he says it: dead-pan serious, like he's having some sort of philosophical epiphany. Even when we burst out laughing, he just keeps staring off into the distance, all enthralled, imagining what it really would be like if his wish came true.....

Just some of the things Lorcan has been wishing for lately:

“I wish it would rain popcorn”

“I wish I could fly like my balloon”
“I wish I could swim in ice-cream”

“I wish I could sleep awake”

monologue

Lorcan asks a lot of questions. He’s in data gathering mode right now, full systems go. Just like every other kid his age.

But the great thing about Lorcan is that sometimes he doesn’t even need you to answer his questions. He'll happily do it for you himself.

The trick is to pause slightly before you respond... and if he’s feeling inspired, he won't bother waiting for you to give him some banal, unimaginative, adult reply.... he will, instead, come out with an answer all of his own.

And it's usually way more interesting than anything I could say.

Sitting on the loo five minutes ago, he came out with the following:

Is it getting dark, Mummy?

Yes, it is getting very dark, Mummy.

Mummy? Why is it getting very dark?

Will I tell you why it’s getting very dark, Mummy?

Because the morning is [whispering for dramatic effect:] starting to disappear.

Yes. Because you know, Mummy,... the morning can disappear.

And the dark too.

Everything can disappear!

* * * * *

don't be long

Lorcan: Are you going to pick up Malachy?

Daddy: Yes, I am.

Lorcan: OK, but don’t be too long.

Daddy: OK

Lorcan: No. Go fast!

Daddy: OK!

Lorcan: But... Don’t go too fast.

Daddy: I won't.

Lorcan: Actually... Go slowly.

Daddy: Okaaaaay!

Lorcan: Bye, bye, Daddy. You can be long, but be careful.

cowboy

Lorcan: Daddy, I'm a cowboy and you are my horsey!

because I'm a [small]talker too...

It's the middle of January but I don't care, I still toddle around everywhere singing:

"Dinda Bell, dinda bell, dinda all a-waaaaay"...

Yes, that's "jingle bells", of course! And I have a beautiful singing voice and excellent pitch, I'll have you know!

:D