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No we can't have a pony in the garden


So who is going to drive you to West Wickham every morning, certainly not me or mummy


No, you are not going to get a bus to West Wickham every morning


Do you know how to train a one year old pony


SHUT UP about the pony, oh he's called "black diamond" is he, that's nice ....NO, no, no NOOOOOO( at which point I finger draw NO on the wall)


Only ?650.00 IS THAT ALL, so where are you going to get ?650....what? Has she really, a ten year old has got ?650.00, stick with her son


Go away, go away, I can't hear you, tra laa laa laaa ( fingers in ears )


God, really I must grow up


When did you last wash your bum ?




W**F

  • 2 weeks later...

Yesterday;


Please don't play in the dogs water bowl.


Please don't wash the floor with my dishcloth.


Please don't lick the tablecloth (she worked her way all along one edge...).


No they are mine (in response to her pointing at my bust and saying "my boobies".


In need to reclaim my life and my body!

  • 2 weeks later...

My latest favourite conversation:

R: Mummy?

Me: Yes Darling?

R: Are boy ladybirds called Ladyboys?


Builders on site we were walking past start sniggering...


Me: Weeelll, no.... then cue 10 min conversation on why boy ladybirds might not be called Ladyboys...

Doh - I'm crap at thie replying lark. Was replying to citizenED's "one, two, three, four, FIVE..."


hpsaucey Wrote:

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> LOL - in our house it goes: 'five, four, three,

> two, one' ...


Also recently, 5-year old bless him: 'Mummy - sea girls are like sea boys but they steal your snadwiches.'

Lightsabers are apparently 'light savers'.

'Farmer Christmas'


2-year old:


'damn it'

'my boobies'

'not mummy boobies, my boobies'

'damn it'

'damn it'

'damn it'

'damn it'

'damn it'


Damn it - wonder where he gets THAT from!

In the last hour or so:

"please don't bite mummy's toes" (actually very hard to stop him doing this in a way that's painless for both of us)


(too late):"Oh no, that's not a carrot, it's an orange crayon..." (has taken to eating crayons on occasion mainly for a reaction I think.)

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