My shout from kitchen to lounge went unanswered, although I could hear the telltale scuffling sound of a toddler who was Up To Something.
Hoiking the baby up on my hip I stuck my head around the door. 'Shower, now!' I'm not proud, I should really have said 'please come upstairs for your shower now darling' but when you're leaving for the zoo in 40 minutes and still need to get three people washed and dressed and one of them breastfed there's not much time for literary flourish. Plus single words seem to penetrate toddler ears more successfully.
T was sitting on the sofa facing away from me. I growled his name in a warning tone.
Curiosity won over time management. I stepped into the room.
'What are you doing darling?'
I noticed he was sitting on one of his teddybears.
'T, what ARE you doing?'
'Shhh Mummy, I'm just hatching my eggs. I'm nesting!'
We were a little late for the zoo, but what price imagination?