OzWoz xxx

So our little Ollie has been delightful and delicious this week! So has Harry in his own way, but it was Ollies turn to shine.

His gems tend to come from the back seat whilst I’m driving.

The other day, out of nowhere, he asked me in all seriousness if a turd was a frog? For a second there I was tempted to say yes, but after I’d stopped giggling I corrected him which resulted in him laughing his head off.

Simple things.

On pancake day I wasn’t sure if I had all the ingredients necessary, I know there’s only three, but the boys couldn’t be bothered to do a detour to the shops on the way home. Then from the backseat came these words of wisdom,

“Mummy, if you believe you can do it, you will do it!”

Which is all well and good, but I’m not Jesus, I can’t magic up Flour.

But would you believe it if I found everything I needed nestled in the crevices of my drawers, ooh, I might have to reword that, just as Ollie walked past and gave me a nod to say “I told you so” and a pat on the back coupled with a good job Mummy.

I’m sorry, how old are you? 6? Are you sure?

Lastly on the rare occasion the boys were bothering to have an input in what they had for dinner, they usually ask me to surprise them, Ollie asked for potatoes in their wrappers. I asked if he meant potato skins and he said yes and then thought it was gross. I reassured him it wasn’t cruelty to potatoes.

Actually, while I have you, I was in the bath (shocking I know) when Harry decided to come in and use the toilet right next to me instead of the one downstairs. (Two toilets, we’re living the dream and when we first moved that is what the boys told everyone about our house! Not that we are by the beach and woods and even have a garden!)

So I turned to Harry to try and deter him from future over sharing and said

“ Harry I can see your penis!”

And without a thought he retorted,

“That’s okay mummy, you grew it!” and walked off.

Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx