Forget-me-not-Friday #17


Nearly-three-year-old, ten month old and I are walking on a reasonably busy road, with ten-month-old in the pram.

Nearly-three-year-old, out of the blue: “We don’t talk about willies, Mummy, it’s not p’lite.”

Me: “Hmmm..yes, and what else isn’t polite to talk about?”

Nearly-three-year-old: “Trumps and burps and botties.”

Me: “That’s right.”

Nearly-three-year-old considers this for a while, whilst humming the Balamory tune.

Nearly-three-year-old: “We can sometimes talk about Daddy’s trumps though, cos we have to tell him he’s smelly.”

I stifle laughter all the way home…


Working Mum of two, living in Didsbury, Manchester, in a house which breeds washing, mushed up raisins and various toys in the brightest primary colours. Oh, and the odd empty wine glass.

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