Life on Wall St.

When The Nearly Two Year Old wakes up in the middle of the night The Diver takes him into the spare bed. (Hadriana is allowed her "beauty" sleep and is also on hand for The Princess's demands of a new hot water bottle and fresh CD to be put on in the middle of the night.)

The Diver said he woke up yesterday morning (around 6am) to find The Nearly Two Year Old sucking his thumb and staring at him. "Dad, Dad" he intoned until The Diver fully awoke. Then The Nearly Two Year Old launched into "Mum, Mum" (indicating that he wanted to be taken into the other bedroom). He then tugged at the zip of his sleeping bag wanting to escape from it. Said sleeping bag is unzipped. The Nearly Two Year Old is on the move.

The Diver says that he must put on some clothes. The Nearly Two Year Old then drags over The Diver's apparel: socks, underwear, shirt, jeans, specs, and then the coup de grace, he hands him his watch, which The Diver is hurriedly forced to put on. The Nearly Two Year Old crawls/walks out of bed and gets to the top of the stairs and points wordlessly. The Diver carries out his orders as instructed.

Once downstairs The Nearly Two Year Old pulls up a child's folding chair, sits down, starts sucking his thumb once more, points at the TV and says "Bob"! The Diver switches on the TV as directed. The Nearly Two Year Old then smiles beatifically at The Diver and settles down to watch.

The Nearly Two Year Old for President, I hear you say? Reckon he could sort out some teething financial problems in no time...