The other day the 3 year old said she had been playing with her friend Awesome. I enquired if he was a new lad from America, thinking Awesome Joe Strong or something daft like that. She said no, she has been in her group for ages. I said are you sure its Awesome, yes she replied, quickly followed by wife who piped up from the other roof and shouted she means Autumn.
I forgot to pick something up from the shops the other day and when my wife asked where is was I said “Oh Jesus Christ”, to which the 3year old said without raising her head from her colouring book and in a mater of fact style, No Your Not !
Though I always remember helping out at a kids party (2-4 year olds) a few years back and a little lad said he wanted a squirt of cream out of the can on the table. I duly loaded up his bowl and off he went. After 2 or 3 min’s he comes back with tears streaming from his eyes and asking me to take the cream off he pudding. I said you asked for it (i’ve since learnt to be more patient with kids) and he said he’d remembered that his mum puts cream on his bottom when it was sore and that he didn’t want it on his pudding.