Pickle no longer

I'm not sure why Pickle is called Pickle, I can't remember when it started but he's been Pickle for as long as I can remember.  I'm not sure we can stop but I think we may have to try...

"Mummy, I don't want you to call me Pickle any more"
"Why not darling?"
"I don't want to be called something which is a type of food". 

Fair enough.  And I'm trying Pickle, I really am (with the exception of this blog).  But bear with me because it's quite hard to stop.

Keeping you alive

It's a busy (and noisy) morning in our house, Pickle wants to tell me something.  The radio is on, the kettle is boiling and the dishwasher is being unloaded.  I can't hear him for all the noise.

I reach over to turn off the radio, saying "Just a sec, I'm not good with radios and children".  Pickle says "Yes, you are Mummy, you are good with children.  You're good at looking after us and cuddling us and keeping us alive".

A good observation sweetheart.  If only you know how hard I'm trying.