Chapter 27 – little red sports car

brummmmmmmm, brummmmmmm, car goes into the garage, neeearrrrrrrrrrr, crash, noooooooooooo, quick get superman, him mend the car, make him better, all better now, car goes fast, jumps, flying car, Transformers
The Transformers! More than meets the eye!
Autobots wage their battle to destroy the evil forces of the Decepticons!
The Transformers! Robots in disguise!
The Transformers! More than meets the eye!
The Transformers!

Car climbs mountain, bump, bump bump, car so tired now, needs cuddle, the big boy will cuddle the car, make it sleepy, feels nice, cold, stroke the car, ummmmm, tastes salty, like crisps.

The big boy likes crisps, not pink one though, green ones are best, blue ones second best, nearly as nice. Mummy says crisps are bad, apples are better.

After singing and before painting, we have apples and juice, the best juice is red juice but only with a straw.

Bendy straws are the best but Mummy forgot when she went to the shops, but Daddy said be a big boy, help your mummy, so I said that the juice was just as nice, but it wasnt.

Car is awake now, wants a big adventure, the big boy says we must watch out for pirates, get the treasure. The pirate ship got broken, silly Maeve, tried to make the ponies go in, everyone knows that pirates don’t have ponies. The big boy told her but she didnt listen and Mummy got cross, said that big boys dont fight. Mummy gives Maeve the best pirate, the one with the black beard, the big boy is sad but strokes the red car, up and down, up and down, up and down and then when Mummy isnt looking he rubs the car against his cheek. Daddy said only little babies did this, not big boys like him.

Babies and toddlers need transitional items – items that make them feel safe when they go to visit relatives, start daycare, or enter any unfamiliar environment. The child’s temperament will determine what the child chooses as their transitional object. It’s important for parents and caregivers to know that each child is an individual and that the child needs to choose the objects that make them feel safe and secure.

Mummy’s car isn’t moving, but his car is busy, up and down up and down
Stop it says Mummy, stop it, she shouts, I cry, not a big boy now, just a little baby, thumb sneaks into mouth, naughty thumb, bad thumb, the big boy promised his Daddy.

Chewing gum, be careful says Mummy, dont swallow it, he is careful, keeps his mouth open, yum yum yum, nice, like toothpaste. Mummy says do it yourself, here is your postman pat toothbrush, up and down, up and down, up and down

Postman Pat. Postman Pat.
Postman Pat and his black and white cat.
Early in the morning, just as day is dawning,
he picks up all the post bags in his van.

Postman Pat. Postman Pat.
Postman Pat and his black and white cat.
All the birds are singing,
and the day is just beginning.
Pat feels he’s a really happy man.

Cats are nice, cats are soft, the big boy can write C A T, he did a painting at painting time, him, mummy, daddy and a big cat, the cat was orange, mummy had blue hair, Maeve had the red, wouldnt share, naughty Maeve.

Big dogs, I wave at the dogs, I tell Mummy look at the big dogs, the big dogs are smiling, the big boy smiles back, the lady smiles and Mummy smiles and the big, big dog, him is so clever, he waves back.

Daddy wants a dog,but Mummy says that dogs are dirty,make mess.
Like in the park when Daddy had to take his shoes off, wash them in the grass, Daddy was cross, the big boy was sad but Mummy got ice cream, pink ice cream.

Sleepy now, car rubs against face, sleepy, car is sleepy, the big boy is sleepy, smiles at the doggies, the doggies smile back.

Hush, little baby, don’t say a word.
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won’t sing,
Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won’t pull,
Papa’s gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Papa’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover

And if that dog named Rover won’t bark
Papa’s gonna buy you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

About cathi rae

50ish teacher & aspiring writer and parent of a stroppy teenager and carer for a confused bedlington terrier and a small selection of horses who fail to shar emy dressage ambitions. Interested in contemporary fiction but find myself returning to PG Wodehouse when the chips are down View all posts by cathi rae

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