I had Peter over again yesterday and his dad joined us in the afternoon because he was on holiday. The weather was a bit disappointing so we stayed at home and entered the plane making profession. We started designing and manufacturing aeroplanes using Duplo, one of Peter's favourite building toys, and competed vociferously for available building material.
It appeared that young Peter thought he was the chief Quality Control Manager because he exacted very harsh and severe treatment to all our designs and smashed almost all the 'brain childs' of his dad and grandpa. Very few of our creations were allowed their tests and maiden flights and destined for recycling.
He seemed to approve of the WW1 biplane, shown in the photograph, and it somehow survived all his belligerence, so he loaded two plastic passengers aboard. He made a hasty take off to an unknown destination across the room, and caused his pilot to make a very rough and bumpy landing. His flight attendants lacked decorum when he ordered the passengers off the plane, shouting a loud, "Get out!" . . . lol.
Tut tut, you'd never hear that from a British Airways or Virgin Atlantic crew. Jonathan and I were in hysterics.
In the photo the background shows our family 'rogues gallery' and in the foreground is my Freddie Flintstone coffee mug, which can be seen quite clearly.
The red table and chairs are over 30 years old and belonged to my daughter, Selina, when she was little. During the morning I was sewing my jeans in the next room and I heard a few noises and was amazed to see that Peter had moved the table, chair and heavy box of duplo all by himself near my chair. I was summoned into the room by a "Grandpa, come . . . build bricks with me . . . now!" . . . oh he is so impetuous . . lol
When they had gone home I had the bricks all to myself and proceeded to start building a very large jumbo jet . . . . lol
I must finish it and show him next time he comes. I expect it's working life will be extremely short . . lol
Thursday, 28 April 2016
Two Henry's are better than one!
Peter, my little helper arrived this morning together with his vacuum cleaner, a fully working Henry, who was delighted to meet his big green brother . . they got on famously . . lol. The little red one has it's own batteries and really sucks up dust.
"Grandpa! me work big one . . . it works better . . you have mine!"
. . . and he then proceeded to clean under the table.
I had to have a little chuckle.
It reminded me of his wanting to help me cut the lawn a while ago, and wants to do everything himself.
He always insists on emptying the grass clippings:
On Saturday his Mummy and Daddy bought him a playhouse and we have been busy painting it . . . hopefully we can get it assembled at the weekend.
We'll get him a little table and chair to go inside, and finish off the roof with some felt roof tiles.