From One Extreme To The Other

Another day, another playgroup. Another playgroup, another toy obsession.

On this occasion, two. Thankfully.

He certainly mixes things up, I'll give him that, but the end result really was an emotional roller coaster. The axe was one thing, but yesterday he wandered around for what felt like an hour with a pink comb in his hand. To make things worse, I'd chosen to dress him in a striped cardigan.

We might as well have named him Stefan.

Still, it was hilarious - particularly when he approached one of the mums who was sitting on the carpet, babbled as he showed her his comb and then wandered behind her as if contemplating his first cut. Bless.

There were lows, too, none more so than the moment when another of the mums offered him a mirror to replace his comb. I know! The gumption!

As before, the spell cast by Toy One actually lasted for 15 to 20 minutes. Then he became charming. Prince Charming, actually.

One of the little girls had dressed up in a princess dress and Austin was following her around the room carrying a pink slipper. Even if I wasn't his dad I would have stopped to admire his technique.

And the slipper must have fit because the two of them then played happily for quite a while. Still, she was a bit older so I must remember to talk to him about that.

But not before I explain why it is that he can't have an axe.