It's raining outside. So the play dough has come out. You are absorbed in rolling, cutting, pressing shapes and mixing colours. All the while you commentate on what you are doing.
Cyndi Lauper's 'True Colours' song is playing, a tape from the 1980's I bought on a trip to Thailand.
I can't come to part with my collection of cassette tapes, occasionally putting one onto the tape player your Aunty Kim bought for a Christmas present a few years ago. I wonder if one day you will treasure them as I do.
Carmen, our lovely housemate from Italy, has made meatballs and tomato sauce for dinner. She is finishing off the fresh tagliatelle. Soon we will to dinner, starting the nightly routine of dinner, bath/shower, pyjamas, warm milk ("warm mummy, not hot, not cold" are your nightly instructions), into bed for three stories and then sleep. I never really understood parents who delighted in the importance of routine for toddlers, but now I'm fully converted.
You tell me you are going to make a star. The table is awash with play dough - pink, blue, green, yellow, red, purple. Mixed up with an array of colourful plastic play dough equipment that Carmen gave you for Christmas.
I watch as you swing your shoulders to Cyndi's next song. She's singing about green and blues. The song is happy and upbeat. Just like you.
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