On Friday, we settled down to tea after a nice afternoon with Munchkin's mates. Munchkin duly ate his tea (which was purple...his Ah Mah will be proud) and washed it all down with some strawberry and apple puree for pudding.
All this (quite a large quantitiy for a little Munchkin) reappeared in reconstituted form. I mean, we might live in the Green belt of Gloucestershire but this pushes the limits of recycle. Picture this, happy Munchkin in high chair (restrained, of course as we are evil parents) pulls a strange expression, writhes about a little then little Munchkin mouth opens and out it all comes like the Hoover Dam had just burst. It was as if someone had opened the emergency stop valve. It came and it came and it came. Munchkin was unruffled and carried on laughing and chatting afterwards.
We had a repeat performance on Saturday. Concerned, we rang the powers that be. T was describing the symptoms to the nice nursey on the other end of the phone when Munchkin decides to sing....nananana, lalalalala, da da dee! "Just keep a close eye on him" said nice nursey, "although I don't think there is anything at all wrong with that child" she concluded as he continued to sing away in the way that only a Munchkin can. That was the last of it. His head did not spin round and he did not proceed to levitate to the ceiling whilst doing more spewing. I guess we have that to look forward to when he hits the terrible 2's!
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