I don't think I expected to be as enamoured of parenthood as I am now. I thought that I'd give it a damn good go, wait until the children operated at my kind of level and grow into it eventually. I don't think I ever had a rose tinted view of what it would be like. I don't now either.
What I didn't bank on was how a developing child's behaviour and mannerisms get under your skin so much.
My daughter makes me laugh and I borrow her turn of phrase for my own amusement in the ways Ive previously mimicked TV show characters or made up my own characters with catch phrases and the like.
The most recent episode with my little girl was when I was bathing her. I had removed my shirt so as not to get it wet, leaving my not inconsiderably sized upper body on display. She pointed to my bare slab of a shoulder.
"What's THAT!?" she exclaimed, not necessarily out of fear or shock, more curiosity or even guessing game beginning. Her tone of voice would have fit the question had she seen a third elbow poking out of the back of my neck.
"It's my shoulder," I replied.
"Oh. Heads shoulders knees and toes," she said knowingly as though checking the maths. Then she pointed at my forearm. "That's your arm," she added helpfully.
It all made delightful sense at the time.
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