12 Jan 2016

Breakfast Convo

Max: Mum. There's something wrong with my doodle.

Me: Oh really?

Shovels weetbix into his mouth.

Max: Yes Mum. There's something in it or summink.

Gets down from table to show me doodle.

Max: See Mum it's sticking up. It's not apposed to stick up. Can you make it go down?

Me: I'm sure it's fine darling. Just try and ignore it and eat your breakfast.

Max: But why Mum?

Me: I don't know darling. Mummy doesn't have a doodle.

Max: We'll have to go to the shop and get you one. It must been squished and fell off.

Good God. I literally have no words.