I love spinning things. When I was really little, Dad used to spin things for me on the ground. He would spin little plastic cups, spinning tops and balls. I really like watching them spin, and sometimes I like to put my hand on them as they are spinning. Now I am older I can spin them myself. I think spinning is a more grown-up version of wobbling.
Sometimes I even take a plastic cup in each hand and spin them both in opposite directions at the same time! I can also spin lots of other things, like my fork and plate. I also like to spin the little tomatoes that Mum gives me. They are the best because I can eat them after I have spun them.
I am so good at spinning that Mum thinks that I will grow up to play cricket and be a spin bowler. Maybe she is right. I can even already say “bowl”.
December 28th, 2006 at 9:28 pm
[...] I wrote about spinning before but I forgot about the best spinning of all. Sometimes Dad picks me up and holds me up so we are face to face. Then he spins around and I spin around with him and it’s so much fun! Whenever Dad says “are you ready for a spin?” I start smiling. And when he picks me up and spins us around I laugh and squeal. First we spin in one direction. Then Dad spins us in the other direction. After all the spinning Dad puts me down. He shakes his head and walks funny for a minute afterwards. It looks funny! So even after the spinning is over it’s still lots of fun to watch Dad. [...]