Keiki, eating cheese puffs & chilling on the sofa with his bestie, Telstar.
I've been at home with the toddler for the past couple of days. He went in to nursery on Monday morning and within two hours, he'd brought up his breakfast onto the book he'd been reading. (He held out the book to his key worker and plaintively told her, "Dirty.")
Today he was obviously feeling much better, after 24 hours spent drinking milk and fruit puree and lying on top of Mummy. So he "helped" me while I dialed in to a telecon this afternoon. For twenty minutes he behaved beautifully, and then just as things were wrapping up, he started pounding the keyboard and managed to hit the mute button. Of course. My fellow participants were treated to ten seconds of me hissing, "No, Keiki, no, paws off," while he screamed "HAAAYYYYYY" randomly and joyfully at the top of his lungs, until I wrestled him to the floor, reached up and jabbed the mute button again.
If you need me, I'll be in the corner, scraping together the shreds of my dignity.
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