Something Very Special.

Older Son: Mistletoe’s for kissing, isn’t it mummy? 
Me: Yes. 
Younger Son (loudly): WHAT ARE MISTLETOES?

Quick, Get Your Coat!

Older Son: Mummy, Mummy! I drew a dragon, and (Younger Son) found Narnia!


As it turns out, a leaflet had come through the door advertising Christmas TV with a Narnia movie. You can imagine my disappointment.

Better Watch My Wording...

Older Son (brandishing a magic wand): What would you like to be turned into?
me (absently): Nothing, thank you.
Older Son (quickly, and with a flourish): Then I shall turn you into... Thin air!!
me: Nooo!
Older Son (happily): Too late.

Spanish Is Now My Favourite.

Both Boys: Feliz Navidad! Feliz Navidad!
Younger Son: Feliz Navimummy!
Both Boys: Feliz Navimum! Feliz Navimum!

Mmm, Festive.

Older Son (watching me curl ribbons): Aha! It goes all small and wrinkly… Like an old man’s face.

Mostly.

The boys are discussing their numerous relatives...
Older Son: ... and he is our great uncle. Not a normal uncle like the others.
Younger Son: Most of our uncles are normal. Most of them.

With An Accent, Too.

Younger Son (to me): What do boys do in Germany to be naughty?
Older Son (before I can reply, and more neatly than I would have managed): They do what England boys do, just in another language.

My Soul For A Lie-In!

Lying in bed...
Older Son (resting his cheek against my left shoulder): I think it's time to get up now, mummy.
me: Are you sure?
Younger Son (resting his cheek on my right shoulder): No. Stay in bed a few more minutes.

And suddenly, all I could see was this:

Yes, this is what we look like. More or less. Although my hair is rarely this restrained first thing in the morning. But otherwise, yes.

By Its Very Nature, Toasted.

Younger Son: Mummy, is our toast toasted bread or not toasted?
me (after a pause to check whether he is serious): Toasted, darling.
Younger Son (reflectively): Oh.