Our boy, AKA The Pok, has started to say some really funny things with the reasoning of a 3 year old behind his musings. Some of it is hilarious, or just bizarre. The last few nights have been sweltering hot Sydney Summer nights. Mosquitoes the size of helicopters have been hovering around for the kill and they find The Pok to be juicy and succulent prey. The other night he woke up at around 2am with that wild mozzie bite scratching sensation from some 10 swollen bites, and he was very grumpily tired. My wife grabbed him and propped him up in our bed. Trying to calm him down she said “do you want Mummy to get you a (histamine) tablet for your bites?” His demeanour instantly turned 180 degrees as he shot bolt upright in the bed. “Mummy, are we going to watch a show?” We both burst out laughing at the realisation that his understanding of a ‘tablet’ was first and foremost a computing device (primarily for toddler entertainment) and not a vehicle for medication. His disappointment at the type of tablet he was about to receive was palpable…