Midweek Aimee and I visit the Campbells.
This wonderful Wednesday began with Blake running and leaping into my arms, shouting: "Guppy, Guppy"
"I thought I was Gummy," I say, smothering him with hugs and kisses.
"No, no," laughs Blake, shaking his head and hands. "Not Gummy, Guppeee!"
"Come Gummy, no Guppy, come. Let's play golf."
"Blake, Guppy is sooo tired," I say. "Let's read or watch Tele-Tubbies."
"Please pour me an Oros, Guppy."
"No, Guppy, no. Where's yours?"
We snuggle up between the couch cushions and I close my eyes.
"Come, Guppy, come. No, stay, Guppy, stay."
Blake disappears into the bedroom and returns:
"Come, Guppy, come!"
Blake has turned back his bedcovers: "Sleep, Guppy, sleep."
As I lie down Blake removes my specs, and places them carefully on the bedside table.
Later, there is a massive splash in the bathroom, and: "Whaah!"
It's Blake, hair on end and eyes like marbles.
All of us: "Blake, what happened?"
"I fell. And the water smacked my bum."
Misty: "Where you standing on the bath again?"
"Are you going to stop that now?"
"No, mommy, it's funny..."
Settled in the lounge and making a racket, Blake puts his finger on his mouth: "Sssh, all."
Of course, no-one listens. "Ssssh, SSSSHH!"
"What's wrong, Blake?" asks Misty.
Thanks, Nick for teaching Blake to warn us in advance.