The secret diary of Lina, aged two and a bit
Friday 15th March 2012, morning Ah, I'm awake. There's Mimi. Where's Nono? PANIC. WHERE IS NONO? Oh, here he is, under my arm. Why is my nappy wet? I want this nappy off. I want to get out of bed. What's this? If I pull on it, what happens next? Ouch. I'm going to cry. MAMA MAMA MAMA. No response. I have to throw toys at the door. Ah, Mama. I can stop crying now. Take my nappy off. No, I want to play, don't take my nappy off. Where's my book? No, not that one, the one with the dogs. I want to kiss you. No, don't hug me. I want to play. Toddler runs off arms flailing, nappyless with baby body flapping behind, into the living room. AH TOYS! JOY! BLISS! I want to empty the basket. BANG, CRASH. What's that you've got, Mama? Oh, it's your mobile phone. I want to press buttons. I want to talk to Papa. Hello Papa. I'm having a wonderful morning except Mama keeps doing things I don't like. I don't need my face washed, I'm not...