J: “What does a cat say?”
J: “Very good! A lion says Rrrar, doesn’t it? A cat says Miaow.”
I didn’t get a “Miaow” back, but I did get a grin, which was a win today because the poor little chap is cutting a molar, and consequently had a hot head and a sore face. R and I were on distraction duty, but this mainly involved finding something B was prepared to do, and then letting him repeat it on autopilot until even he had lost interest in it – most of the fun games I’d planned for today will just have to wait till he’s feeling better.
L: “This is a stupid system. Why can’t they just be born with a full set of teeth?”
J: “Because no-one would breastfeed if they were.”