We were building a fire engine out of Lego. I was concentrating on the task at hand and so not ready for this one...
Toddler: Do fire engines do poos?
Me: Nope.
Toddler: But they've got a bottom.
Me: It's a different kind of bottom.
Pause
Toddler: Do fire engines have willies?
Me: No, they're fire engines. They don't have willies.
Toddler: Are they girls?
Me: Fire engines aren't boys or girls.
Toddler: I think they're girls...
The Toddler Supremacy
Sunday, 25 May 2014
Saturday, 24 May 2014
Paint
Our discussions are sometimes refreshingly simple. This one after nursery.
Me: You've got black paint in your hair. What have you been painting?
Toddler: My hair.
Me: You've got black paint in your hair. What have you been painting?
Toddler: My hair.
Monday, 5 May 2014
10 Green Bottles
Simple songs can turn very serious, very quickly.
Toddler: One green bottle hanging on a wall... and if one green bottle should accidentally fall...
Me: (joining in) There'll be no green bottles hanging on the wall...
Toddler: Where did they go?
Me: They're not there anymore.
Toddler: Are they broken?
I've always said I'll be honest with the little man
Me: Yes.
Toddler: (dismayed and a little upset) They're broken?
Me: Uh-huh.
Toddler: Oh no! They're broken!
Me: (uselessly placating) No, they can be recycled...
Toddler gives me a blank look, a little distressed
Toddler: Who will clean it up?
Me: The street cleaner?
Toddler: (disbelieving) The street cleaner?
Me: The dustbin man?
Toddler: The dustbin man... OK.
Glad I got to the end of that one...
Toddler: One green bottle hanging on a wall... and if one green bottle should accidentally fall...
Me: (joining in) There'll be no green bottles hanging on the wall...
Toddler: Where did they go?
Me: They're not there anymore.
Toddler: Are they broken?
I've always said I'll be honest with the little man
Me: Yes.
Toddler: (dismayed and a little upset) They're broken?
Me: Uh-huh.
Toddler: Oh no! They're broken!
Me: (uselessly placating) No, they can be recycled...
Toddler gives me a blank look, a little distressed
Toddler: Who will clean it up?
Me: The street cleaner?
Toddler: (disbelieving) The street cleaner?
Me: The dustbin man?
Toddler: The dustbin man... OK.
Glad I got to the end of that one...
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