I am absolutely convinced that toilet humour is genetic and G2 has inherited it from his father. This exchange took place while I was waiting for G2 to complete his business on the throne…
G2: hang on… Here comes the big one!
I’m waiting but nothing happens.
Me: Are you done?
G2: No. Wait… *pause* Here comes the daddy poo!
We were visiting Caversham Wildlife Park when some kids run past us with their mother lagging some distance behind.
G2 chases after them, yelling, “Hey! Don’t forget your Mum!”
Meanwhile, he’s forgotten his own Mum, too…
Overheard when the boys were playing with their balloon light sabers…
G1: Luke… I am your father. Join me and together we will rule the galaxy!
G2: I’m Darth Vader!
G1: *in a whisper* No, you’re supposed to say – I’ll never join you!
G2: I’ll never join you!
What Aristotle said one Sunday morning when the rain greeted him…
“Hey! Why is it raining? It’s SUN-day, it should be sunny.”
I’m lying in bed with my two boys – one in each arm – and I say, “Mummy’s so lucky to have two gorgeous boys!”
Aristotle: And next time you can have a gorgeous girl, too.
Me: Er… maybe not.
Aristotle: Please, Mum. I really want a baby sister!
Me: We’ll have to think really hard about it.
Aristotle: Or it could be three gorgeous boys!
Me: Well, yeah, that, too.
Aristotle: Or 4. Or 5. Or 6.
Alright. Who’s been talking to my son??
Overheard while Aristotle was on the phone wishing his grandfather a happy birthday…
Aristotle: Happy Birthday Ah Kong (translation: grandpa)! For your birthday surprise you don’t have to go to work! And Mummy will make you a cake later!
Don’t you just love how kids assume the authority of deciding who goes to work and who doesn’t? His delegation prowess show all the makings of a future boss, too – making promises (we’ll bake you a cake) and leaving it to others to follow up (Mummy can do it). And no, he did not consult me about the cake before hand. The first I heard about baking a cake was when he announced it over the telephone.
