There is a questionnaire going around FB at the moment. I thought I'd post Isaac's answers here. Hopefully he will be able to find them sometime in the future and remember a bit of how he thought about the world at 5 ( Read more... )

You bite me on my breast through my nightie.

(No, not Fifty Shades of Grey style, you are 11 months old, my daughter, and breastfed)

"Don't bite me" I say, "I'm not food!"

"'Nana, 'nana!" you cry plaintively. Your word for bananas and all you deem edible.

"There are two types of chicken, mum," you say to me.
"There is chicken that is an animal and there is chicken that is food."

I'm so sorry, my dear child. The world is a crueler place than I have made it out to be.