I’ve been declared “not all well in the head”. By my son. Of 3- almost- 4. ( clever child…..)
We were all ill last week with flu. I was asked repeatedly “What is wrong, Mamma? ” ( new favourite question)
And I’m sure I must have said ” Mamma can’t play now, Mamma is ill/has a sore throat/is coughing/is sick” quite a few times when he wanted attention. (poor kid. But a valuable lesson in empathy perhaps? That’s what Mamma was thinking….. )
So much so that he decided his father is now “all that” and the playmate of obvious and only choice.
Said father cannot sit down for a minute without being called somewhere . “Looka here, Pappa! ” , “Play Pappa! “, “COME ON, PAPPA! “.
And Pappa is T-I-R-E-D…. O-U-T……….
“Why don’t you play with Mamma for a while? ”
“Mamma’s head is wrong.”
THERE YOU HAVE IT.
IN A NUTSHELL.