Trucks

Up until a couple of weeks ago our mornings started much the same every day. Aiden would wake and start chatting to himself, tire of this after a short period of time and so start calling for Mummy - the sign it was time I had to get up. On opening his bedroom door the conversation would always go like this:

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Aiden: "Daddy?"

Mummy: "No, Daddy's at work"

Aiden: "Car?"

Mummy: "Yes, Daddy's gone to work in the car"

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This all changed at some point when somehow Daddy took a step down the ladder of importance and now on opening the bedroom door the conversation always goes:

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Aiden: "Dump Truck? Digger?"
Mummy: "OK, go and find your dump truck and your digger"
He then goes in search of the aforementioned trucks and brings them back to play with on the change table while we take off his PJs then the conversation resumes:

Aiden: "Daddy?"
Mummy: "No, Daddy's at work"
Aiden: "Car?"
Mummy: "Yes, Daddy's gone to work in the car"