When you are 2 it is important to have your friends round for dinner. I wouldn’t mind at all if Callum or Connor or Bethany or Jessica came for their tea. However the guest in question, and a guest that HAD to be treated with the utmost of respect and be given only the BEST food – was a grubby, tatty teddy bear. Teddy is 2yo’s best friend so I suppose he SHOULD come to dinner.

Teddy was the perfect dinner guest. He was quiet and very well behaved. He never threw his food and  always waited patiently to be served. Teddy came dressed for the occasion. He was sporting the very best in nappywear. He was not allowed to eat pretend food, or have a pretend drink. That would be silly – wouldn’t it?

There was an upside to the sillyness. As Teddy mysteriously ate all his food, 2yo was first amazed, and then slightly concerned that Teddy might eat HIS food. Daddy had nothing to do with the slight of hand while Mummy cried “look what’s that” pointing to the ceiling – honest!  2yo made sure Teddy couldn’t get to his food and quickly ate up every last bit. Mummy and Daddy were very pleased that both of them ate ALL their food, though congratulating the bear did feel slightly unneccessary.

Of course, all this had the desired effect; 2yo ate all his food and every plate was clean. The dinner party had gone well. Up to the point where dessert was about to be served. Ice cream is not the best dessert for a fluffy teddy bear to consume. He had to make do with jelly babies. It was a poor substitute apparently. Ice cream is the only dessert that should be served to important guests.

Despite Teddy being a superb dinner guest, our enthusiasm in ‘going along’ with the whole scenario soon back fired on us.

Teddy stayed over night and turned up for breakfast demanding Shreddies.