Chop chop

Every night when I'm eating my porridge papa is busy at the kitchen counter making lots of chop chop noises... by the time he finishes doing what he is doing I'm always in bed so I never get to find out what he is doing.

Tonight my nosy bone was scratched and I got to help him make dinner. Well I say help, he says hinder. I've learned to shake my head to say no and stand up in my high chair so I was pretty clear when they tried to make me do other things that I wanted to do the chop chop chopping.

And, today I was supposed to start my holiday with granny and grandad and instead I'm still stuck here so he gave in and let me 'help'.