The Things They Say… #6

My Mum has a Christmas tradition that I am more than happy to carry on into the next generation (edit: and the one after that I suppose!) – trifle for breakfast on Boxing Day.
I have cheated a bit this year and used Bird’s Trifle packet mix – but yum nevertheless.
Little’un has helped with the stirring [...]

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The things they say… #5

Whilst we were quietly sitting in the quiet waiting room at the Eye Clinic today, Little’un spotted a man with a beard and an eye patch…
Little’un (at top volume):  OOOOooooohhhhh, Mummy, look, there’s a PIRATE over there!!!
Cue muffled giggles from me and hearty laughter from the Nice Ladies sitting opposite us.
The pirate man in question [...]

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The things they say… #4

Little’un’s best attempt at persuading us to buy her a guinea pig from the pet shop we went to on Saturday…
Please can I have one?  I promise I won’t put him in the bin!
We still said no.

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The things they say… #3

Tigerfeet:  Come on Little’un, you need to eat your breakfast all up so you grow big and strong.
Little’un: Mummy, I a big girl now, I three, I don’t need to eat my breakfast any more ’cause I growed up already
I told her that she isn’t a grown up yet.  She still thinks she is though.

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The things they say… #2

Little’un, after seeing The Yorkshireman post-severe-haircut
 Daddy! Your hair’s all gone!  Where it gone? Have you lost it?

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The things they say… #1

Picture the scene… a mother and daughter on a Monday morning attempting to be on time for nursery/work.  Mother is ready, small child is dragging her feet somewhat. 
Tigerfeet:  Come on Little’un, get your coat on, we’re in a hurry.
Little’un:  Mummy. *rolls eyes*  We’re not in a hurry, we’re in a house.
And she wasn’t lying either.

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