Gussy that is. One of the common consequences of extended breastfeeding is that the child tends to develop a bit of an attachment (or obsession) with the breasts in question that carries on even after they have stopped breastfeeding. Angus is no exception. As soon as he is tired, one or more hands find their way down the top of of my shirt for a bit of a squeeze.
Angus' other love is cars. Matchbox and Hot-wheels and as many as he can get. He spends a significant amount of time moving his collection of over twenty cars around the house in either the plastic shopping trolley, the bike trailer, the golf caddy, or any other appropriate container. He lines them up, rearranges them, and then moves them on to the next location.
This evening at about 8:30 pm I was sitting on the couch watching some TV. Gus rode up on his bike with his cars in a plastic bag, in the bike trailer. He tipped them from the bag onto the couch, then sat himself between them and myself. Without words he somehow managed to command me to open my hands flat so he could line cars up on them. He lined four cars up on each hand, then became a bit perplexed when he realised there was no room for any more. Then genius struck, and he began placing the rest of the cars down the front of my shirt. In the end I ended up with about thirty down there, including the ones that had been on my hands.
The little guy was then in seventh heaven, and he chatted away in Gussy talk, that no one can understand. It was blatantly obvious that he was pretty damn excited to have his two favourite things in such close proximity and settled in for a nice snuggle before bed.