Hi my name is Brandon. I am 4 years old and today I have control of mummy's blog. I am a crazy chicken. In fact my mummy thinks that I am a crazy boy. I love to talk. No one needs to be listening to me because I am very happy even when I am talking to the air, which I do a lot. I love my mummy. I actually tell her that very often. For some reason it makes her smile, hug me and then give me a big sloppy kiss. I always have to wipe those sloppy kisses off although, because I do that, mummy always kisses me again. Crazy mummy.
I have a little brother called Bailey. He is 2 years old and we laugh and wrestle all the time. He thinks I am very funny of which I know that I am. He loves it when I do the crazy chicken dance for him. The 2 of us like to see what we can always get away with. Each day Bailey and I love to push the boundaries with our parents. Even though I am only 4 I think some days I can tell when Bailey and I send mummy and daddy crazy. Bailey and I are in cahoots together. We work well as a tag team. I love my cute little brother and he doesn't give me sloppy kisses.
At the moment I am sick but mummy still dragged Bailey and I out to the bakery. I told mummy that I didn't want anything at all even though mummy checked with me several times. Why does she do that? As soon as we got home I suddenly realised that I did want food from the bakery. Mummy said "Brandon I asked you several times and you said you didn't want anything". Luckily mummy had ignored my insistent requests for nothing, and bought me a cupcake. How does she know to do these things"
Bailey, mummy and I spent the afternoon outside. I wanted to make mud and get wet and wet everyone in my vicinity. Mummy wasn't so keen for the mud today. I don't know why. I love the feeling of mud between my toes. I love how it feels squishing and squelching in my clothes. I love how it makes me feel when I throw it at Bailey and I love it when I run into the house squealing with delight at the trail of mud I leave behind me. I love it too that Bailey copies everything that I do so there are 2 trails of mud left behind us.
This morning for breakfast I had the coolest idea. It was a great plan. I wanted to put food colouring in everything. I wanted to make coloured muffins and then coloured biscuits. Because mummy said that we didn't have a lot of the required ingredients as we were still yet to go food shopping, I settled for multicoloured noodles. It was only a split second that I saw mummy contemplate how she would do it, but she did. What a miracle worker. My red, blue and green noodles looked great in my bowl. Bailey said that they felt great between his fingers, toes, under his bottom, and across his forehead. I had 1 mouthful and then decided the novelty had worn off. Mummy rolled her eyes and said to me "I knew you wouldn't like it but I knew you had to work it out for yourself." So I left the table and ran away to play with some toys. When I came back to the table the coloured noodles were all cleaned up. The cleaning fairy is so good to me. She pops up everywhere when I run away from mess. I must remember that.
Another place that the cleaning fairy appears to visit regularly is my bedroom. I am usually a very neat boy but my bedroom just gets out of control some times in all my excitement and I think every toy I own looks better out of it's box, tipped upside down all over the floor. I get even greater pleasure when I have toys everywhere and also clothes, sheets, tissues, stickers, paper and just overall mess. That cleaning fairy I think must live in my room. Things don't stay too messy for long in there. In fact now that I think about it I'm sure that mummy and that cleaning fairy must be very good friends.
So now it's bedtime and this is the time of the day when Bailey and I love to go crazy. Mummy and daddy think that the 2 of us are crazy and loud during the day, but they haven't seen anything yet. We get so excited that we run around in the cold in the nude. It suits Bailey and I because it's fun. Then we like to hide, then wrestle, then jump on my bed, jump off my bed, jump onto anything else that has some sort of give to it, before eventually our parents who by now have sweat pouring off them scoop us up to get us dressed. Once dressed, Bailey and I repeat the process while mummy and daddy attempt to have a conversation. When Bailey and I realise they are trying to talk to each other we look at each other and then run at them full speed. We get the most satisfaction out of it when mummy and daddy don't know we are about to jump on them. They always fall over and seem a bit cross, but not enough to deter us. So we do it again.
Finally and regrettably I fall asleep but I know that I get to wake up and do it all over again at even a faster speed than today because I'm a day older. Goodnight mummy and daddy. I love you both, but please don't give me a sloppy kiss. xxooxx
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