Last weekend, I was away in Barcelona for a whole three days, without children. It was amazing, although I missed my two lively girls. Obviously I couldn’t wait to get back to them.
In my absence, it would appear that my three and a half year old and Daddy had been having a few ‘chats’.
My two girls and I are having a walk in the sunshine, a couple of days after my return.
Three year old: “Mummy, how did you and Daddy make me out of love?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Three year old: “Well, Daddy said you and him made me out of love.”
Me, panicking slightly: “Yes that’s right, we did.”
Three year old: “But how did you make me out of love?”
Me, hoping an ice cream can would just suddenly materialise in front of me or something : “Well, we just loved each other a lot and then there was so much love that it made you.”
Three year old: “Yes, and it made my sister too.”
Me, breathing sigh of relief: “Yes it did”.
Mr EC, you have some explaining to do!..