Ciárán (age 4) comes downstairs this morning in his purple striped feety pajamas saying “Ow!” Now, I normally make sure if he’s alright, especially first thing in the morning. I was busy with Xavier, getting his breakfast started, and there was something about the way Ciárán was talking that told me this wasn’t serious.
It takes me a couple of minutes, but I get to Ciárán in the bathroom, and I’m helping get his Pull Up off. He again reiterates “Ow!” I ask him where he hurts, and he asks “You mean me?” “Yes, you.”
Then he holds the elephant in front of me.
“What’s wrong, Ciárán?”
“He got hurt.
I’ve only had one cup of coffee, so I’m not as quick on the uptake as I usually like to think I am. It now dawns on me he was speaking for the elephant this whole time. “Oh, I’m sorry. What happened?”
“He slid down the banister and fell on his bottom. He shouldn’t do that. This is what happens when you mess around.”
Apparently he is paying attention, in his own way.