This morning, whilst I’m in my sick bed suffering from the severest form of mum-flu, the hubster very kindly got Fifi up, dressed her, gave her her morning milk and took her downstairs for breakfast. After five minutes or so I hear the unmistakable sound of a toddler scrambling up the stairs.
“Muuuummy”,
“Yes darling?”,
“Daddy kitchen, Peebee breakfast”,
“Oh, Daddy’s in the kitchen making Phoebe’s breakfast?”
“Yeah”
“Ah, that’s nice. What’s he making?”
“Boobies”
“Boobies?”
“Yeah, boobies in bowl”
“Phoebe you haven’t had boobies for breakfast since you were a baby”.
Then it dawned on me, “Do you mean blueberries?”,
“yeah, boobies”.
Aren’t kids great!
too cute… i know to well this story… my 6th child still enjoys “Boobies for breakfast” while the other 5 have real blueberries of course. Thanks for sharing !