Do you ever find yourself believing something you know to be untrue, but you are so used to believing it that you do so anyway? The realisation that I have been brainwashed by my 3yr old hit me on the (pre)school run this morning. Two people (mothers of other small children) stopped to comment on the stuffed animal that LBB was clutching (we have a rotating menagerie of cuddly pets that get dragged along with us. The summer of 2013 will forever be the summer of Edna after the fairly enormous pink flamingo that LBB carried around everywhere).
‘What a lovely Orca’ said Person 1. ‘It’s not an Orca, it’s a dolphin’ LBB corrected rather rudely. ‘It is a dolphin,’ I confirmed with a sympathetic smile; not everyone knows their sea-mammals like LBB. ‘The Orca is at home’. We continued on our way, until met by Person 2, who similarly remarked on the ‘Killer Whale’, by now being dragged along the ground. Again, LBB corrected them, and I was about to do the same when I realised that, no, it is not a dolphin it is in fact an Orca. Only because I got sick of LBB ‘correcting’ me every time I called it a dolphin did I too come to call it dolphin, and over time to believe that it was in fact a dolphin, despite all evidence to the contrary and my own eyes. There’s a moral in there somewhere.