I’d loaded the 3 kinder into the car-van. I was in the process of buckling my seatbelt, when the Hen muttered something that sounded like ‘a guy….a monkey’. He’s a bit of mumbling babbler, and a lot of his words sound the same. And he has a newfound habit of using ‘guy’ to refer to a lot of things. Same with ‘yellow’, which sounds more like ‘yebbow’.

So I asked ‘is it a guy?’

‘No’, he replied.

‘Is it a monkey?’

‘No.’

And, having given it my ‘best shot’, I felt okay to keep driving. Knowing full well that my two year old had said something and I had no idea what it was.

But my oldest son was not. Content to let it rest. Whatever ‘it’ is. So he treated the situation as an I spy game; naming everything we were driving past, hoping he’d stumble upon ‘it’.

‘Is it a stop sign?’ the Gort asked.

‘No’.

‘Is it a city bus?’

‘No.’

‘Is it a tow truck?’

‘Nope’.

‘Is it a white fence?’

‘Nope.’

‘Is it a green fence?’

‘Noooooooooooooooooo.’

‘Is it a red fence?’

‘Nooooooooooooooooo.’

‘Is it a wiki tiki?’

‘Yep’.

‘That doesn’t make any sense,’ a flabbergasted Gort announced, ‘there’s no such thing as a wiki tiki.’