So, every now and then, Ollie and Harry ask me to sleep in their room, more often than not.
The sofa bed is lumpy and you could cut the fug with a knife due to their nightly fart fests, but I take them up on the invite because one day they won’t want me to anymore. I would also miss our morning cuddle and the strange workings of their minds.
Here is our real life conversation from Thursday morning.
Ollie “Mum, sometimes when I wake up my eyes are full of dry, crusty bits”
Me “ that’s called sleep although I call it eye bogies. Your eyes clean themselves at night and that’s all the dirty unwanted bits”
Harry “sometimes when I’m really thirsty at night I drink my tears”
Me “okay……. If you’re really thirsty and don’t want to get out of bed, why don’t you just imagine biting into a really juicy lemon wedge so your mouth gets full of saliva and you can drink that instead?”
Ollie “ no mum, it’s better to drink tears because they’re salty”
Harry “ correct! They are seasoned so taste nicer”
Fair to say I’d never thought of that, but I might send the boys to bed with a small bottle of water moving forward.
Which reminds me, the boys can’t say bottle of water without instantly repeating it in an aggressive, cockney accent, they don’t know why they do it.
Harry then proceeded with this delightful story.
“ Mum, do you remember when we were on holiday and you pushed me head first in to the ocean when I had my clothes on because you thought it would be funny?!”
“ no Harry, I do not remember that at all! Ollie do you remember anything remotely like that ever happening?”
Ollie “ nope Mummy”
I think Harry must have dreamt it. Really doesn’t sound like something I’d do and I have no recollection of it.
Not sure which is more concerning. Harry dreaming and believing I’d do something like that or me actually doing it. Well it just wouldn’t be practical for one thing!
Happy weekend ya’all!
Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx
A cheeky little Twinkle update xxx 