We were walking home from barnehage today, and the wind was blowing so hard it almost blew the hood of your rainsuit off your head. Convinced the wind doesn’t blow the trees, but that the trees actually make the wind, you shouted:
“Trees! Stop winding me!” You stamped your foot in frustration, and pointed at the nearest birch. “No, trees! Stop it! You’re going to blow my hat off!”
This evening you called out to your daddy to come and look. He came in from the kitchen to find you standing on your head on the rocking chair. You said, “This is your present, Daddy.”
Tonight when I was putting you to bed, you asked me if I was still sad about Great Papa. I said yes. You said:
“It’s okay, Mummy. It’s okay that you’re sad about Great Papa diving. Because he will go to sleep and when he wakes up you can be happy again.”