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.
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.
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