My kids talk all the time. Real little chatterboxes. Both of them started talking young, and haven't stopped since. Some of it's informative, some of it's forgettable, some of it's interesting, some of it's just plain irritating... but they do come out with some stuff that makes me think "I must remember that" and this is the perfect place to do just that.
On the way to rugby on a sunny Sunday morning in October, as we drove past the church, the bells were ringing and Sam wanted to know why. Steve explained that it was calling people to a church service. Tom's explanation was much less prosaic "the church is singing".
Waiting to pick Sam up from school one day. The class came tumbling out, and soon Sam came bobbling over to me, all arms, legs and floppy hair "Mummy looks old school" he announced. Eh? "What do you mean, I look old school?" The most ignominious reply came "You know, old, from your time".
A large bar of chocolate bought for a friend to thank her for looking after Tom, for longer than we had anticipated her having to be there. Tom spies the chocolate and asks for some "no, it's for Claire" "why is it for Claire?" "to thank her for looking after you the other day". A pause, as he sits, gazing at the chocolate all strokey beard. And then his face lights up "but I looked after me for a little bit so I should get some chocolate as well!"
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