Well you did tell her that "He even watched them in the sky"
Logic

Talking to mini-mimi about how big she is getting now she has started Kindergarten.....

Me: "wow sweetheart! You are getting so big! I can't believe you have one of those flourescent things to wear to school!"

Mimi-mimi: "but I still want to live with you! Even when I am a grown up"

Me: " you might change your mind when you get older"

Mini-mimi: Tearfully "no mummy! I have to live with you! Otherwise, how will I know if I can go in the kitchen??"

And another classic....

Mini-mimi is singing made up songs as we walk along from daycare...

Mini-mimi: in her wonderful dulcet tones... "Aaaaaannnnd.....when children get scared then they call for their mummy. Aaaaandd....when they are in bed then the mummy will come. To scare away monsters and anyyyyyyyything else. But if mummy doesn't come then the police will come. Aaaannnddd mummy will have to go in time out. "

Had the pleasure of listening to an eight year old Swiss boy with his five year old sister singing Guns 'n' roses, Knockin' on heavens door...

"Naack naack naackin aan hevins dowaawoor"

Thanks to Radio Basilisk, Mini-mimi went to kindy singing "Bad Touch" by the Bloodhound Gang. I'm sure that went down a treat and reflected wonderfully on my parenting skills

I explained to my son that most of the school holidays and days off revolve around the liturgical calendar. Jesus was supposedly born at Xmas, etc.

Today, at supper, we were speaking about st. Valentine'day.

"Mommy, is it the day when Jesus got married???"

We were walking to the bus stop on Sunday, dressed for Zuri fasnacht... her in a spiderman costume, me in a short-sleeved dress. As it was a balmy 14 degrees we were fine, but all around us were wearing jackets. Prompting....
"They think we are cold. They don't know we are English"

"Mommy, why the Queen of England doesn't wear her crown all the time???"

"Well, you know, it's very precious. Plus it's also terribly heavy"

"Aaaah yes, you're right. She's so old, she would drop dead under such a weight. "

Not my child, but priceless nevertheless. He's obviously been trained up by Daddy...;-)

http://kfor.com/2014/03/11/toddler-a...-listen-linda/

Someone has cloned my 4yo son's attitude and negotiating skills!!

Priceless - yes unless it it is your child!!

Why does he call his mother by her first name, and why does she spank her children?

I'm starving, what time is dinner!

How the hell should I know??!!!!

My brother-in-law Avni is due to visit from America. We were talking one day about how exciting it is that Uncle Avni was coming to visit and my five year old Leon pipped in:

Leon: "Oh no Mummy!"
Me: "Leon! That's not nice. Why are you saying that?"
Leon: "Because he puts too much ketchup and mayonnaise on his food so we will have like NONE left Mummy."

Out of the mouths of babes.

And as an Edit to my last post, the naysayer's are deffo in the minority on this one. He is clearly very smart for his age (3), therefore Linda must be doing something right. I have five cousins who all call their Dad Tom and stop press, they were all spanked (as I was) as a child. They are all working professionals now - 3 teachers, one bank manager and the other is a local government officer. Just saying!

To tell you the truth, I found him annoying, and it has nothing to do with calling his Mum by her first name.

I'm not against a good spanking either

Ach that's OK to be annoyed. Just the folk with a stick up their a** are harping on about the Linda/spanking thing. Turns out, he was taught his parent's name as a precaution, incase he gets lost. Anyhoo - he's now been invited to appear on the Ellen show, so a mini star is born....;-)

We were watching a commercial on TV about My Little Poney toys.

Me: "Oh, when I was a child I had those, I loved playing with them!"
Son: "Ah yeah??? Wow, they're SO old?!?"

Thanks son...

Hmm...we watched a program on mnemonics:

"Ma, let me make you one, you need it to remember to call your brothers tomorrow. I don't need mnemonics, I have little drawers in my brain. I name these drawers, link them and arrange them so they remind me what is important".

Visiting my Niece in Ireland.

She's obsessed with the baby in my belly and my ever growing bust!
This conversation took place in the Golf Club....

Niece: Niamhie, I need to see your boobies.

Me: Sophie, you don't "need" to see them. Anyways cant you see them from there.

(She was sat on my knee trying to look down my top)

Niece: BUT NIAMHIE, you just don't understand, I really love boobies... (now shouting) I LOVE BIG BOOBIES.

My daughter is just the same... She actually tries to pull down my pants in the street to "show the baby" to complete strangers

And then she gently pats my boob explaining to people that "milk is there"