"Daddy ...... oh no, you not Daddy. Mummy..."
"Mummy, we love Daddy SO much, eh?"
"Mummy, where's Daddy gone?" [hours after he's left the house]
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Talking to his cats:
"Maeby, Maeby, where are you? Maybe you're under the table Maeby. Maybe Maeby's under the table Mummy!" [collapses into fits of giggles at the word play]
"Tilly, what you meowing about?"
"Tilly GET DOWN! [counts to ten on his fingers, very seriously] Tilly, get DOWN! I asked lots of times now"
"Mummy, where's those cats gone now? Maybe they having an adventure in the garden!"
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In the car, he sits in the front seat next to me, because I work late and we more often than not come home in the dark. I like to be able to see if he's asleep or not, and it's far easier to have a conversation when he's right there. In the back, I can barely hear him, and it's too distracting trying to look at him in the rear-view mirror (rather too much context-setting there, but I just want you to imagine it right):
"Mummy, the sun's biting my eyes!"
"Look, two big sheep!" [I gently point out that they're ponies] "Oh. Jacob thought they were sheep, but they were big ponies. Little horses. Not sheep Jacob, silly Jacob."
"Mummy, I can't see the wheels! Where the wheels gone? We got no wheels!"
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Jumping on my bed, while I get dressed. He keeps trying to open the curtains, I ask him not to because I'm about to take my pajamas off:
"I ... want ... to ... see ... some ... booooobies!" [repeated over and over in sing-song fashion with each and every bounce]
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And for the boy whose stomach is never full, he said the following extremely seriously, approximately 10 minutes after he'd finished his breakfast this morning:
"Mummy, let's have a chat about lunch."
;)
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