So there Ollie and I were, going about our business, doing something mundane like the laundry.
Something was obviously troubling him, so I waited for him to formulate a question and braced myself for what it was. Please be an easy one!
Ollie “Can you wee Mum?”
Me “ Yes thank you”
Ollie “WHAT? Do you wee out your bum then Mum?”
Me (remember I was caught on the hop) “No I wee out of my front bum.”
Ollie “ Where’s that? Is it here?” pointing to thigh.
Me (oh gosh, we’re navigating murky waters) “No, here” pointing to front bum
Ollie “No Mum, that’s your balls”
Me “I don’t have balls”
Ollie “People who don’t have balls aren’t cool! You need balls to stop your wee spilling everywhere”
Me “What’s that smell?”
Ollie “Gotta go mum I need a poo”
Saved by the flush!
In other news, we had a bit of a do for Coronation Day at work and I was too busy to attend so someone very sweetly wrapped up a Bakewell Tart and left it on my desk for me.
I know, cute right?
Bless them I thought, it’s not someone who knows me that well as it isn’t gluten free, but it’s still someone who cares.
I left it there for a few hours and got on with my work, but the sweet cravings set in and I thought, ooh I’ll just have the icing and the cherry, it’s my favourite bit and then I sort of smooshed up the rest of it ready to go in the bin.
Bit later, our G4S manager wandered over and asked me if I’d seen a cake wrapped up in paper, she thought she might have left it on my desk. It had been given to her by one of my thoughtful colleagues.
Oh.
I smiled as sweetly as I could muster and let her know I’d only eaten the icing and the cherry and she was welcome to the spongey bit.
She politely declined, but luckily saw the funny side and I did a swap for some angel slices I had bagged for the boys.
The sun is shining, my sunflower seedlings have made it on to the porch but will likely stay there and get washed away in the storm tomorrow even though I’m remembering this right now.
Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx
A cheeky little Twinkle update xxx 