Carpet picnic

Snake, Dairmud (teddy) and Alexander (tiger) were having a carpet picnic in my lounge room. It started quite abruptly, as picnics often do, spontaneous and the like, and one three (nearly four) year old was master chef of the gathering.

With a drawstring bag filled with a plastic tea set (the only non pink one my mother could find), random plastic spoons, some chop sticks, a plastic rolling pin and a pair of plastic child-friendly scissors which had come with a tub of play-dough, some little plastic tubs in which the ice-cream man up the street used to sell us ice-cream, some plastic taste tester thingys that were also from the afore mentioned ice-cream man, half of one of those beige microwave egg poaching devices, half a salad server whose handle had long since broken off, some plastic sipper cup lids and numerous other items pilchered from my plastics' cupboard The Bean ensured that all present were well fed.

Snake first sipped a cup of coffee.

Alexander came late to the picnic, as did Dairmud. Nobody knew where Cohen was, possibly lost on the way to the mat.

Alexander was given some yoghurt while The Bean made Dairmud's lunch/dinner (these words were interchangeable - it may have been a late lunch early dinner situation).

The Bean first made Dairmud some cheesey pasta (reminiscent of one Bean's dinner of less than an hour prior).

He put a lid on the bowl and revealed it to Dairmud as though in one of the posh restaurants we see in American movies, with the silver food covers.

He helped Dairmud hold the spoon but Dairmud fell over. The Bean had to give him a cuddle because he was crying.

Me: Oh no! What happened to Dairmud?
TB: He fell over and hit his head. I have to give him a cuddle. We have to cuddle babies when they're crying.
Me: What did he hit his head on? On the floor? The ground?
TB: No he hit his head on the bed. He's very sad.

He then proceeded to make Dairmud so much food, he had his pasta, some baked beans, some yoghurt...

TB: Oh well done Alexander! Look Mama, Alexander ate ALL his yoghurt. Good Job!
Me: What about Snake?
TB: He's just sipping his coffee. But I've got him some sausage rolls in the bowl for when he's finished, like a good boy.

:o)

I'm in the kitchen.
TB: Mama, come over here into this house. That's your house, but in this house you have to come and make Dairmud some lunch.
Me: I think you can make him some lunch.
TB: No, I'm the Dad. You have to make it
(Where the bollocks has that stereotype come from???)

I flatly refused.

Sexist!

Things The Bean has said:
The Bean decided to make Dairmud some fruit toast but I believed that Dairmud instead preferred pancakes.

TB: Hmmm, well I can make you some pancakes, Dairmud . I just need some sugar and some pancakes and these scnissors to cut the pancakes.