14:37:00 o'clock BST
Cream yogurt
"Cream yogurt-cream yogurt-cream yogurt!"
Those are the words he knows.
"Cream yogurt!"
He goes back to the lap top. I look in the fridge. Was that green yogurt (there's a green tub) or cream and yogurt?
It was custard actually. That's what he eats. He eats toast too, but it has to be their special home made bread recipe and it has to be toasted in 'his' toaster so it doesn't get contaminated.And he eats wafers and he eats pancakes. And that's what he eats. And cream yogurt is what he says, and his lap top is where he is able to express really who he is.
His sister is a ballerina. In training (you can't do much real ballerinaring when you're 5). And she likes popping the balloons which say 'happy 60th birthday'. And she likes popping balloons because it makes her brother scream and put his hands on his ears. He doesn't like loud bangs. So she pops another. His green balloon. She likes popping that one especially. Because there's a reaction. Green is his colour. When the bang has banged he retrieves the piece of green rubber. It's smaller now. But it's strechy. But it won't stretch into a big balloon again however much he tries.
So he goes back to his laptop and his world and his cream yogurt.
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