I just love the way a two-year-old's mind processes what they see. Here's an example. It really made me smile.
I was in town with Arthur the other day and workmen were digging up the pavement to carryout some sort of cable work. Arthur watched them taking it all in. After a minute or so he turned to me with a very serious face:
Arthur: 'Digging mummy, men digging'.
Me:' Yes, that right. The men are fixing the cables under the ground'.
Arthur (very matter-of-factly): ' No mummy. Potatoes. Men digging potatoes'.
Arthur's main experience of digging is watching David or I down the allotment digging up the rows of potatoes we grow every year. If I had known I could have just walked down the road, pulled up a paving slab or two and helped myself to fresh spuds, I wouldn't have bothered planting them.
Live and learn.
Live and learn.