Done with errors

Child #1: “There were lots of answers you could choose but some of them were blue herons.”

Child#2 [after playing Good King Wenceslas on the cornet. In July): “Is there really a Feast of Stephen?”

Daddy: “Yes”

Child#2: “Can we go?”

Child #2 [after re-reading this entry]: “…but wouldn’t that help? It would be an extra hole you could hear through?”

Grandma: “I used to skip and dance around just like you.”

Child #2 [seriously]: “Grandma, you know you shouldn’t tell lies.”

[Mummy tries her new chef’s jacket on. After being a chef. For 3 years.]

Daddy: “Guess what job mummy does?”

Child #2: “Dentist?”

….

Child #2 [seeing us laughing]: “…nurse?”

Child #1: “What’s the difference between Google Chrome and Mozzarella Weefox?”

Child#2: “Can I have some more of that Indian Toxic Water?”

Child #1 [in bed, pointing at Child#2]: “She did a farty in my ear with her bare bottom.”

Child #2 [proudly]: “I’ve always wanted to try it.”

[The Christmas lights are on a timer in a small space under a cupboard]

Daddy: “Can you get the the timer, please?”

Child #2: “No, because spiders wee and poo under there.”

Child #2 [grinning]: “I’ve done a fatulence”