Theo: ‘Mama, I’m sick.’
Alice: ‘Oh no, Bubba. Where are you sick?’
Theo: ‘In my throat…but a sandwich might fix it?’
Boys.
I’m sorry. What did you just say?
Theo: ‘Mama, I’m sick.’
Alice: ‘Oh no, Bubba. Where are you sick?’
Theo: ‘In my throat…but a sandwich might fix it?’
Boys.
Theo: ‘My bottom is itchy.’
Alice: ‘Hmm? Oh, always wash your hands after you touch your bottom, darling.’
Theo: ‘No, just the edges are itchy. Not the middle. Not my poo-hole. What are these bits called?’
Alice: ‘…They’re your bumcheeks, darling.’
Mabel: ‘BUMCHEEKS!’
Theo: ‘I am scratching my bumcheeks!’
Mabel: ‘BUM! CHEEKS!’.
We are in public.
Mabel: ‘Can I come in with you, Mama?’
Alice: ‘Are you going to be good?’
Mabel: ‘Yes. I won’t run away from you today’.
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.
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!’