My son had just finished eating his food and decided to pick the remaining grains in the plate with his fingers. He saw I was watching him and then said;
“Mummy I’m eating like a Gorrilla.”
“Really?” I asked
“Yes”. He replied and then added for emphasis “I’m a Gorrilla.”
“No you are a human being” I answered.
“No Mummy, I’m a Gorrilla and a Monkey.” He then drops on all fours and begins to scamper.
I thought of what to do and suddenly, I got an idea.
“Ikem, where do Gorillas live?” I asked.
“In the Jungle” came his prompt response.
“Good, you are going to Jungle then.” I walked towards the door, picked up the keys and gestured for him to come. He stared at me a bit unsure.
“Mummy, I want to go to this Jungle.” He pointed towards the room where his Dad was sitted.
“No, you are going to that Jungle.” I pointed towards the door leading out of the flat and then started carrying him towards it. We got there and I started unlocking the door.
“No Mummy, I don’t want to go to the Jungle, I’m a human being!” He was shouting and wailing this time.
“But you just said that you are a Gorilla and a Monkey, and Gorillas live in the Jungle, human beings live in the house”
“Mummy I’m Not A Gorrilla, I’m a human being, I will stay in the house!” He was pleading.
At this point, I burst into laughter and locked the doors. He sank into a chair in the corridor, I could see the relief on his face as he stared at me, probably wondering if I really would have taken him to the Jungle.