Mums the word

We went running. They followed us down the bike path for a long while. It was horrible. The screeching white feathers, the seductive waddling, Ryan giggling, all of it was terrifying.

Let me start from the beginning:
Why am i always bloggering about Ryan. It's his little Libran psyche. It's very strange and not something i know enough about yet to be able to manipulate.

He loves his Mum. When they contracted chickenpox and were away from us for a few weeks to a month, he grew up and grew more clingy.
I'm sure thats something you all can relate to.

It took him 10 to 15 minutes today to understand and cope with the idea that Mum was leaving in the white car for a few hours. He was wailing and putting together broken sentences. At least i got a chance to hear him talk. " where.. Mummmmmy (favourite current word) ..go..car..?"

"Ryan, she went away but she'll be back later."

"Where..car... Mummy...go.. Mummy ?"

"Don't worry Ryan, Mummy will be back soon. Hey wanna go to the park? Feed the ducks, kick the ball, (last resort) roll in the mud?"

"Mummmmmmmy where go car?" (Mummy, Mummy etc)

I think he had the faint idea that were were following the little white car and that we'd see his Mum coming back in it soon. He held his little arms out to a grey car or two ( Mummy? )and tried to follow a woman walking along the path who faintly resembled Jo from a great, great distance. Poor little guy.

The ducks are my best seductively waddling friends from now on. They distracted him even though he was afraid of them. In his defense they've gotten bolder and now will perform various tricks such as jumping off the ground to get at the mould flavoured bread, and playing stacks on the mill.
Ryan loves invented games. Probably because hes too young to learn preconceived ones, and im too lazy/bored of them to teach him. The thing that got Ryans mind off his wailing was the danger. The ducks and seagulls were molesting us.
I was exhausted by the time we got to safety. Ryan gleeful.