It’s only funny until someone loses an eye.

Theo: “Guess what’s in my belly button!”

Alice: “…is this a trick question?”

Theo: “A train and a lollipop and another train!”

Alice: “That’s amazing, Bubba. I should sell you to the Circus.

Theo: “…Why?”

Alice: “Because of all the things you can fit in your belly button!”

Theo: “…I don’t want you to sell me to the Circus”

Alice: “Sorry, darling. I was just tricking”

Theo: “…Why are you tricking me, Mama?”

Alice: “I was just being silly, darling”

Theo: “Well, don’t.”

Portrait of the Author as a Mother.

Theo: “Mama, I am 3. How old are you?”

Alice: “Yes; you are, and Mae-Mae is 2. How old do you think I am?”

Theo: “I don’t know…”

Alice: “Ever tactful, darling. Have a guess. Do you think I am old or young?”

Theo: “Let me check…”

(Results are in: I am ‘old-young’. Paring down my skin-care routine to moisturising, fretting and 1000 kisses a day seems to be paying dividends)