out of the mouths of babes {september}

Mummy: "You're so gorgeous Mr."

beautiful boy: "I'm not gorgeous. I'm funny."

Mummy: "Yes. Yes you are very funny."

beautiful boy: "I'm gorgeous AND funny. Yes?"

Mummy: "Yes, you definitely are."

"I want to go and see the ladies at the supermarket. The blue ladies with the red writing."

(He always says he's going to see the ladies when we go to the supermarket. The blue ladies are at Tescos, and when we go to Sainsburys it's the orange ladies.)

Daddy: "Bye bye everyone see you later."

beautiful boy: "Are you going in your car to see your friends?"

Mummy: "No sweetheart, Daddy is going to work."

beautiful boy: "To see his friends?"

Mummy: "Well, yes sort of. He's going to work."

beautiful boy: "In his car?"

Daddy: "Yes in my car. Bye."

beautiful boy: "Your car is round the corner, you know."

Daddy: "Yes. It is."

beautiful boy: "Daddy is going in his car to see his friends."

Mummy: "Yes, yes he is. Okay."

Mummy: "Come on then, lets wash those handies."

beautiful boy: "No Mummy, it's not handies. It's hands. Just HANDS."

beautiful boy: "What's that noise?"

Nanny: "It's the ropes on the boat banging against a pole. Okay?"

beautiful boy: "Okay Nanny. If you say so."

after watching his sister smear sandwich across her highchair:

"Oh dear Mummy, I think we need some baby wipes-is."

beautiful boy: "RAAAAAAAAAR!"

Mummy: "Oh my goodness. That so scary."

beautiful boy: "Oh no Mummy, do you need a cuddle?"

beautiful boy: "I'm going on an adventure."

Nanny: "Okay. Have fun."

beautiful boy: "Not really Nanny, I'm only going to the kitchen."

"I turned my weewee off. I'm such a clever boy."

as his sister threw her drink cup across the room:

"Woooaaaaah, it's a flying drink. Cooooool!"

Mummy: "We're going to look at some preschools today."

Daddy: "That will be fun, won't it?"

beautiful boy: "Yes Daddy, we're going to look at some Pringles. And eat them."

to absolutely anyone who engages in conversation with him:
"We went on a lovely holiday. We went swimming and on the slide."
(LITERALLY. EVERYONE he sees gets to hear all about his holiday.)

Daddy: "Would you like some breakfast?"

beautiful boy: "No thanks Daddy."

Daddy: "Are you sure?"

beautiful boy: "Yes. I would like chocolate toast."

Daddy: "Okay. So you want Nutella on toast?"

beautiful boy: "Yes Daddy. I'm sure Daddy."

as Nanny gave him some milk:

Pops: "There you go. Now what do you say?"

beautiful boy: "Please."

Nanny: "No. Thank-you."

beautiful boy: "You're welcome Nanny."

Mummy: "Are you being a monkey?"

beautiful boy: "No. I'm a little boy."

Mummy: "Yes you are. And what's your sister?"

beautiful boy: "She's a little girl."

Mummy: "What about Daddy?"

beautiful boy: "He's a big boy."

Mummy: "And what about me?"

beautiful boy: "You're a big girl."

Mummy: "That's right. And do you remember what Darcy and Wentworth are?"

beautiful boy: "Cats."

Mummy: "Yes, but what sort of cats are they?"

beautiful boy: "Fluffy cats."

beautiful boy: "Are you sad Mummy?"

Mummy: "Yes. Very sad. Can I have a cuddle?"

beautiful boy. "Yes. Are you happy now?"

Mummy: "Yes I am."

beautiful boy: "Are you sure?"

Mummy: "Yes."

beautiful boy: "But are you sure?"

"Another day...?"

in response to ever being told no to anything.