Alice: ‘Did you do a poo?’
Mabel: ‘No!’
Alice: ‘…are you sure?’
Mabel: ‘No! It’s a poo-egg! I laid it like a chicken!’.
Alice: ‘Did you do a poo?’
Mabel: ‘No!’
Alice: ‘…are you sure?’
Mabel: ‘No! It’s a poo-egg! I laid it like a chicken!’.
Mabel: ‘This little piggy stayed at the market. This little piggy is beef. This little piggy is none. This little piggy stayed at the market. And this little piggy went wee, wee, wee, wee, snort!’.
Theo is reading over my shoulder.
Theo: ‘Is that my full name, Mama?’
He asks me of the word theoretical.
Mabel comes tearing into the living room, in distress.
Mabel: ‘Mama! There’s an angry, angry cheese!’
Alice: ‘An angry, angry…cheese?’
Mabel: ‘Yes!’
Alice: ‘Um…I’m not sure what to do with that information, Mae. That’s…no good?’
Theo enters.
Theo: ‘No! I am a happy, happy cheese!’
Sometimes you just have to let them brie.
Theo: ‘Mama, does this say ‘presents’?’
He asks me.
As he points to the word Christmas.
Alice: ‘What do you want to be when you grow up, Bubba?’
Theo: ‘…I’m tall already.’
Alice: ‘I mean, what would you like to do for a job one day, when you’re older?’
Theo: ‘I’m going to fix a teapot and a CD player and a video player and a DVD player and robot tractors and space rockets and robot children and batteries and horses and robot books. And computers. And toy computers.’
Theo: ‘Sing it, Mama!’
Alice: ‘I don’t know how it starts, Bubba. How does the beginning of the song go?’
Theo: ‘It starts at 000 and then the circle tells you to wait while it loads, and then you skip the ad and then it plays the song!’
Theo: ‘Why are you sad, Mae? The Bee woked up and stinged you? No? What are you sad about? When I was yelling? There’s danger over there! But I love you!’
It is 5.30am.
Mabel: ‘You need to kiss me! I’ve got a purple poo! Kiss the purple poo! You’ve got a green face, Pink Face! Peppa Pig! Mabel Pig! Purple poo! You’re getting hungry. You need to eat pasta. I did a fart. I need to say pardon. Lie down! Lie down! Lie down! GET UP! Mind out of my way! Let’s have a picnic! Of soup!’
Then she karate chopped me in the eye.
Mabel: ‘Theo, I don’t want to be a cat.’
Theo: ‘Be a cat! Say meow!’
Mabel: ‘No. I am Mabel. I’m not a cat.’
Theo: ‘…You could be a Mabel-Cat?’
Mabel: ‘Okay.’