Bernard: Mum, what colour is the green, white and red country?
Me: Erm… Italy. Where pizzas come from.
Bernard: That man on the stairs is also from Italy.
Me [after eventually realising what on earth he's on about]: Yes, your Pinocchio puppet is from Italy.
Bernard: That’s my bestest country.
I can’t quite believe that little Bernard is grown up enough to speak in sentences. I’m sure you only had him last week!
Does it feel like a really short time for you, or does it feel like he’s been around forever?