It's really tough being two, nearly three. I mean, they take you for a walk and point to the sky "Look a plane!" and yes, fair enough, there's a thing up there making a bit of a racket. I can see it alright. But that's it. Nothing else. I mean, hey I'm two right? What else you got on that plane?
Oh sorry, let me explain a bit. I'm Lucas. My grandparents are somewhere else. Sometimes. It's weird. I've seen them, they were the big ones that started my walks off. I've seen them before, Max was bombing the photos they were taking in our front room. I went in their caravan on our drive and it was funny turning all the switches and dials especially the ones on the cooker. That got everybody all worked up. But anyway, that was a long time ago now and they went and the caravan's gone.
I haven't seen them REALLY for a long time. I see them on my mum's phone and they talk to her and my brother and sister on there. It's nearly always sunny when they are on there, not sure how they do that. These days, they talk to me too and yesterday I got the phone! I showed them a ton of my toys. Brilliant.
Back to the plane. My Nan was on the phone talking to me and asked me if I want to go on a plane. No, obviously. Then she asked me is a plane big or little. Little obviously.
Now, there's a man who knocks on our door. My sister calls him parcel man. My Nan said parcel man is coming to see us on a plane. This makes no sense, he is even bigger that the normal big ones. Then he comes on my mum's phone as well! Auntie Diane is on there with them! Now he was little like my Nan and Grandad. But the next time parcel man knocked on the door he was big again.
It's tough being two.
