Knocking Ezra’s head.
Me: Ava, I’m not sure Ezra likes that.
Ava: That’s my head
Me: Actually that’s Ezra’s head.
Ava: No it’s mine.
Me: Where is Ezra’s head then?
Ava: We swapped. Look. I a boy now.
Ava: What’s that Mama?
Me: It’s Ezra’s necklace. It helps him feel a bit better when his teeth are coming through. You had one when you were smaller.
Ava: I want pasta.
Ava: Hmmm, Tom
Me: Who’s Tom?
Me: Tom is Cindaumbrella?
Ava: No Mama, Cindaumbrella is Cindaumbrella.
Ava: I got some tea for you Mama
Me: Thank you…oh, there’s fish in it.
Ava: I put fish in the cup
Ava (exacerbated): It’s fish tea Mama! It’s delicious!
Ava: Don’t eat my biscuit please Ezra
Me: Hmm..I don’t think he’s big enough for biscuits yet.
Ava: No. He a little baby. He just have Mama milk.
Me: Yes. Maybe when he’s older we can share our biscuits with him though.
Ava: Ezra can have the rich tea biscuits. Ava have the choccy ones.
Me: Can Ezra have a go on Angus when he’s older?
Ava: Yes. But he go really fast and I say, ‘Oh! Ezzy! Be careful! Hold on tight Ezzy! Don’t fall’, like that, and then Ezzy get really upset and I say, ‘It okay dalling. Ava’s right here.’