Nathan when he was around the 4yr old mark ….. was one of these kids that had a question for everything. So this was one particular day … I was tired and warn out. We were baking biscuits and cakes. The questions were coming thick and fast:
What are you doing?
Why do you call it cream ? that was butter and sugar
Can I have a taste?
Why can’t I eat raw egg?
What does the egg do to the biscuits anyway?
Can I mix that?
What will you do if I spill it? I won’t spill it though, cause it has all this space
Are you making pikelets yet?
why is the flour falling through?
What is sifting?
Air is everywhere …. you can’t put it in stuff can you?
Is it time for pikelets yet?
After that for a couple of hours solid …. I was over it. It was time to pick up Naomi from school, and as I leant over him to fasten his seatbelt, he started making “pfftt” noises as my hair went into his face ….. and then he said:
Gee your perfume is nice Mummy. 
That perfect sense of timing ….. is the only reason I didn’t go completely bonkers when he was a toddler.
