Small Sprog is happy

As I write I can hear Small Sprog, upstairs, singing at the top of his voice. He is happy.

I was unpacking the shopping in the kitchen earlier and a whole lot of chocolates fell out. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I have probably eaten half my body weight in chocolate this weekend, force fed obviously, but he suddenly looks as if he hasn't eaten a sweet for weeks. He pounced on them. "Where did you get them from?" He asked

"Where I have been this weekend" I replied. He was satisfied, he gazed at the brilliant shiny wrappers.

"What's in this one?" He said, and I went through each, guessing at what was inside, toffee, fudge, caramel. He took a toffee one, grinning from ear to ear.

"I hoovered the hall yesterday" he said through a mouthful of toffee and chocolate. He looked pleased with himself

"Gosh, did you?"

"It was fun"

Perhaps I should get him to do it regularly.

"Can I sweep the floor now?"

I look at the kitchen floor. It certainly hadn't been swept for a good few days. "OK" I reply.

So he zooms around on his broom, sweeping frantically backwards and forwards.

"Can you just sweep in one direction?" I pleaded, as the debris was swept from one end of the kitchen to the other. He got the hang of it in the end, almost.

Tall Girl shouts from upstairs "Smaaaaaaall Sprog"

"Tall Girl has put the shower on for you" I state, relieved that I can now sort out the sweeping. So off he runs. I hear him burst into the bathroom. I breath deeply.

It wasn't long before I heard him burst back out. "Muuuuuummy!"

"Yes"

"There's a spider under my dressing gown"

As I climb the stairs I wonder if this is a 'real' emergency or whether he has rediscovered his stash of plastic spiders. I look him in the eye as I get to the top of the stairs. He face is alight, animated and bright. I give him the same look, and we both giggle as we enter into the bathroom together.......