Lumpy follows me into the loo: "I have to come too," he says, matter of factly. "Because I'm the wee wee supervisor."
During a picnic in the garden, with genuine panic: "Mummy, mummy, the brie might blow away!"
At the play session, in the Wendy house, holding the door shut against a determined crawler who wants to come in. I intervene, giving the standard bollocks about sharing, blah blah blah. Lumpy looks at me with great sincerity and says "But I can't let her in, because of the sign. The sign on the door says 'no babies allowed.'"
At the pub, pretty much out of nowhere: "Instead of calling you mummy, we could call you Jim."
Okay. I'll shut up and go away now.
How could you fail to include the following gem (said while strutting round the holiday house with a tree branch, hastily sourced for him following a major tantrum because daddy badger would not travel the 100 odd miles plus ferry crossing back home to get the original)
ReplyDelete"This is my entirely new Mr. Stick"
I should add that, "This is my entirely new Mr. (insert relevant object here)" has now become one of our favourite sayings. Purely for its absolutely awesome ridiculousness value :-)