I Suppose 'None' Is Too Much To Hope For?

Younger Son (at breakfast, when we are running late for school): Mummy? Guess how much weetabix I have dropped on my trousers.

The New Benchmark for Awesome Motoring.

Older son: Mummy look! Mummy look! We went past a Porsche! It had red in the wheels and was black all over and was too low to go over speedbumps! Awesome!

*sigh*

Older son: Yay, Creek yogurt for pudding!
me: Actually it's Greek, with a G. 
Older son: No, it's Creek with a C.
me: (tiny sigh)
Younger son: NO! GREEK!
(loud and lengthy debate ensues)
Older son (extremely patronising tone): I KNOW it's Greek, mummy, I'm just being SILLY.

They Certainly Are.

Older Son: (lengthy explanation of how the food trolleys work on planes based on his one experience of it 2 years ago.) (pause) Planes are quite fancy.

Adventurous Youth.

Older Son asked me about eating raw fish, so I explained the concept of sushi to him, and told both boys when they were older I'd take them to try it.


Younger Son: What other things will they have on the menu?
me: Well, probably rice and vegetabley things...
Younger Son: I will have those.


Older Son: When we are there, I will ask about if they do a pasty.
me: A pasty?
Older Son: Yes.
me: I think if you cooked sushi in a pasty it wouldn't be sushi any more.
Older Son (exasperated): No! I mean a beef pasty. With sushi.

Introducing Little L.

Little L is the almost-2-year-old daughter of a dear friend. She's just begun being able to hold her own in conversation with the boys. Today she was visiting, and dropped a handful of crayons on the floor...


me: Oh dear! Are you going to pick those up again?
Little L: No. You do it.
me: (laughter)
Older Son (pipes up from across the room): She's much more fun now she can talk.

Wise Beyond His Years.

Older Son: When we were camping we fed geese. Geese always have a leader. (pause) When it comes to geese, there's always a leader.
Younger Son (quietly to himself): When it comes to people, there's always a leader.

I Myself Have Often Had Similar Thoughts.

me: What is your brother yelling about?
Older Son: Oh he wants to show me something, but I think it will be boring and so I'm not going.

My Son, The Spirit of Generosity.

Younger Son (enthusing over a friend who sent us a gift): (Friend) is awesome, isn't he mummy? Let's give him all our Christmas presents. When they're old. Shall we do that? Because he's awesome?