Am sat, playing with Little E in the beautiful sun-room of his home, way out in the countryside where all around you are fields and fields as far as the eye can see, and it's pitch black at night, apart from the faint glow of lights far away in the distance that is Bristol. He's yet to realise how amazingly fun his car wash/car park toy is and is using it as a seat for now while he plays with his toy cars.
"Vroom vroom vroom," I say, picking up a round, rubber coaster, making engine sounds and honking noises. It catches his attention and his eyes light up. Again! Again!, he demands with little squeals, holding out the coaster to me. Many more times later, I suddenly hear him say, "ba.. ba.."
Did he? Was that? Could it be?
"Vroom vroom," I say, holding out the coaster towards him. He squeals, swats it, and says, "ba ba".
Voila! He has learnt! And according to mum, he now does that to ALL coasters. :) Priceless.
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