Very, very, very, very hot

For some reason Oliver decided to point out to us today that various things were very, very, very, very hot. His ham sandwiches, his drink of cold water, the barely warm piece of garlic bread I gave him, and finally his bath (which was precisely the same comfortable temperature that he enjoys every night) were all described as if they had the thermal properties of molten steel.

At first it was very, very, very, very amusing and we joined in, forgetting that this was all the encouragement a toddler needs and that we would tire of the joke long before he did. Thankfully he went to bed not long after that for a very, very, very, very good night's sleep. We hope.