"Dayapp" in the morning sun

We opened the door to the veranda. Bright morning air and birdsong streamed into the living room. With new life and green colours. Blue summer sky. The bread was fresh baked. The coffee just cooked and ready. Even some new cooked eggs.
-Dayapp!, the boss said. It meant that he wanted some of the food. My wife had warmed a bottle of milk to him. He was drinking eagerly. I sliced small pieces of bread with some live patè. He whacked the hand down in the patè and smeared the bread around his face, until it found its way into his mouth. He was chatting away in his own language.
-Oh, really I said. -Well, that might be so.
-Yes, he said. Then he continued his small talk inbetween the bottle of milk and the bread.
We smiled to each other. My wife and I. I felt the pleasant summer air playing around me. The coffee created calm and harmony in my body. The boss started to smear the bread around his small table. Other pieces was thrown down to the floor. I watched under his chair. It was full of small pieces of bread beneath him.
-Dayapp!, he said.
It meant that he had finished eating and wanted to get down from the baby chair.

The dream country

-Jeez! Are you sleeping?
I quickly raised from the sofa. Watched around me. The boss was sitting on the floor, playing with something. On the telly, the Nightgarden was finished, long time ago. It felt like it was just a moment ago when I was dancing around with Hinkel Pinkel and Uppsy Daisy on the green field.
-I was just lying a little bit with my eyes closed, I said.
-Yeah, sure, she said. -Your son has pooed. Can you please change his diaper while I make some breakfast?
A light brown glop was shining up on me. The boss was lying and singing "Ba Ba Black Sheep" with his own lyrics, "daa-daa-da-da". I put the clout under the water, cleaned him, dried him, put on a new, dry diaper. Felt the joy when making him clean and dry. He was lying there, watching me, while he was gabbing in his own language. I raised him on to my arm. Went upstairs. Into the living room I could smell fresh coffee.