Afternoon with a toddler

And a very pleasant afternoon it was too, with my nephew and his parents, though I slightly overstayed my welcome due to not realising that the car was waiting to take me home. His favourite game is to take his stuffed cat and fling it in air shouting ‘flying cat!’. He has finally agreed to call me by my name instead of adding on ‘phuppo’, a word I dislike and which is basically synonymous with evil aunts. Also, rather sweetly, he can’t say coconut, calling it nonocut instead. I must try not to get too gooey though, having far too many relatives who still remember that one adorable turn of phrase I had as a toddler, and who reminisce about it at every opportunity. Rather hard to take when one is 37.