Archive for November, 2008

My son, the conversationalist

“GO AWAY, Daddy! Go away! Go awaAAAaaay… What underpants you got on?”

I reject your bourgeois numeracy and substitute my own

Our little boy eats somewhat like a sparrow; a sparrow that loves lollies and has no concept of meal times. He (very politely) asked for a treat before dinner and was told that he could count out four lollies for him to have after dinner. I noticed, after he had had his traditional five bites […]

Better late than never

Zach: “Why you got a bigger lunch?” Mummy: “I’ve got a bigger tummy, darling.” Zach: “My got a little tummy. My got little bosoms, too.”