My youngest son is now 3 years old and his vocabulary is becoming vast, every day he says a new word and along with him asking questions he never misses a thing.
He loves to be helpful especially when it comes to putting away the grocery shopping in to the cupboards. I never have to ask him for help as he is the first at the front door picking up the carrier bags and bringing them through to the kitchen. He never waits for me to give him items, instead he unpacks them himself and puts them away by himself (sometimes in the wrong place). I found a packet of super noodles the other day in the pots and pans cupboard and the pasta bake jars were in the crisp box.
I was taking out the meat from the plastic cartons and putting them into freezer bags, this way they all fit into the freezer, Oliver had asked me what I was doing so I explained to him. I put the chicken breasts into a freezer bag and placed them on to the kitchen side, I turned around to the opposite counter to do the mince meat and I heard Oliver calling me. I turned around and saw him with the freezer door wide open trying to squash the chicken breasts into a drawer that wasn’t yet open, he was shouting out at me “It’s too difficult to fit anymore into this freezer!”
I told him to wait for me and I will help him, I gave him the Mince meat to hold whilst I pulled opened up the freezer drawer, he stood still staring at it. He was looking at the mince meat with disgust
“We can’t eat this mum!”
“It’s full of worms!”
“That’s not worms Oliver, that is how mince meat looks before you cook it”
Children really do say the funniest things.