The book/ soft toy tie-ins continue apace.
Whilst colouring, yesterday, Monkey-face requested “mummy, draw miffy” after our Friday of miffy: touch of feel.
This morning, we had a very excitable read-through of a version of eric hill’s the very hungry caterpillar which always returns me to my five year-old self looking at the book in reception class.
We read the book through twice and then started to look at Giraffes Can’t Dance by Giles Andreae and Guy Parker-Rees, but she turned her nose up at this and zipped off to resume mimicking daddy and I sleeping on her trampoline… Not before she had taken her cue from hungry caterpillar’s eating habits and pleaded for “ake”. Fortunately for all concerned, she was appeased by porridge (“podge”).
I was recording this junior mimicry when she suddenly spotted something she wanted and tore across the room, repeating something indecipherable. The word she was saying, to my amazement, was caterpillar. I realised, astonished, that she was asking for the soft toy very hungry caterpillar, bought for her birth by her godfather, my oldest and best friend. I had no idea she had even seen it properly – only its head peeked out from the mound of toys put aside for when she is older. When I gave it to her, she pronounced “is my fluffy caterpillar”.
For Uncle Dave