Monkey decided that he wanted to build something with his lego. Couldn’t decide what he wanted, so gave me the options to choose.
My options were a tank, a shuttle, an airplane or a fire engine.
I first said tank, he pointed out that if he built a tank I wouldn’t be happy as he had a built a gun. So I tried again with fire engine, this was met with “No mummy, I don’t want to build that till I can have a working ladder, maybe when I am older”
I could now see where this was going. “Airplane?” I said, its a fifty fifty chance I am right. He looks at me eyes of pure disappointment and shakes his head like a weary old man.
Now I knew, what I was meant to choose I yelled in excitment “Rocket”
This suggestion was met with disgust. “A rocket? A rocket” and he walks off, comes back 2 minutes later with a rocket. “No mummy, this is a rocket. This, this is a shuttle.”
I have failed my son, firstly by not choosing the right one, and then calling a shuttle a rocket. He went upstairs where I could hear mutterings of rocket and shuttle.