DadTalk

As if by magic.....

“Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad............... PK, PK, PK, PK, PK............... DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYY”

Harvey has a great set of lungs and has used them to their full in developing a great callout. He starts with a normal level “Dad” and if that doesn’t get my attention, moves up a notch in volume to my nickname “PK” and then finally bellows “Daddy” in one long yell until as if by magic I appear. It’s not that I’m ignoring him in any way, shape or form; it’s simply that he refuses to come find me opting instead for the “shout and they will come” method of communication. 

Whilst this call can be heard at any point in the day Harvey does has a favoured time when this precise holler can be heard at its best at 6.30am. I am awakened most days, Gentleman, by a jab to the ribs from my beloved. This jab awakens me just in time to hear the last few PK’s build crescendo before the final aria of Daddddddddddddddddddddddddyyyyyyy awakens the street. 

Each morning it’s the same. I pull myself out of bed, stub my toe on the latest pair of shoes "Imelda Marcos" has left lying around, make my way along the swaying corridor, fall down the step that leads to H’s room and wearily open the door. 

What happens next is that, normally, one of five scenarios’ unfolds before me.

1 – There is a piece of jigsaw missing that must be found.

2 – He can’t open a box in which is stuck the ONLY toy he wishes to play with

3 – He can’t get a (fiddly little) piece of Lego off another (fiddly little) bit of Lego

4 - He wants to show you the latest letter he has learnt in the book he is “reading”

And my all time fav

5 – He needs a poo.

 It’s times like this I wish I could still call “Mummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy”!