Sep 08, 2008 07:15
Teddy has a new game that he's quite fond of. It's called, see how many times I can drop or throw something before my godfather stops picking it up. If I pick the toy up quickly his hair will turn a brilliant shade of turquoise. If I am getting a bit wore out and close to ending the game, his hair will turn the exact shade of bubble gum pink his mother preferred, and then I have no choice but to continue because he looks so bloody much like Tonks. He's quite the clever lad. Once I have reached my fill of it and inform him that the toy will stay where he threw it, his hair turns a bright red to match the tantrum he briefly throws, before the colors turns a dark blue to match his pout.
Honestly, I know I shouldn't allow someone younger than two years old to manipulate me this way, but I dare any of you to resist that pout. Sirius has failed to do so. I'm quite convinced Andi hasn't either though she'll swear she has.
Teddy's object of choice for his game this morning was his cereal bowl. I don't think he intended for the cereal and milk to go flying all over me, but I'm not entirely sure he wasn't encouraged by Sirius. I heard that barking laugh behind me as I was picking cheerios out of my hair. Luckily I'm a wizard so cleaning up the mess isn't hard. A simple swish of the wand and the right cleaning charm and it's all better.
The way that he claps his hands when I do magic makes me think perhaps that is what he is truly after when he makes a mess anyway.