A few days ago the little dude was playing on the rug in our lounge and I was sitting on the couch watching him and occasionally engaging with what he was doing (Him: “Minny. Minny? Don. Don! Donnnn.” Me: “Miffy isn’t gone, she’s on the chair, look behind you”, etc). So he’s busily playing and then he suddenly leaves his toys and starts whinging and comes trotting up to me and tries to scramble into my lap.
I buddle him up into a cuddle and say “what’s up my darling? Is something sore?”
“Are you just a bit tired sweetheart, do you think it’s time for the bath soon?”
“Do you need a new nappy? Is it uncomfy?”
“Is it just a little bit of random toddler angst?”
“You just want a cuddle to feel nice again?”
The next morning he comes up to me and makes a whinging noise and reaches his arms up to be picked up and says “anst”.
He doesn’t say “me”, instead he points at his chest and says “dis” (this).
Last week I said “turn round” meaning “turn round approximately 180 degrees” and he turned round and round and round and round until he fell down dizzy.