Bubs (watching me get dressed one morning): Aren’t you going to tuck those into your pants mummy? (pointing to my boobs!)
Bubs: Good morning farm hand.
Me: My name is mummy!
Bubs: I miss my little cat.
Me: You’ve never had a cat.
Bubs: Well then I think I need a cat mummy.
Bubs: My kitten is lost up a tree!
Me: What’s the kitten’s name?
Bubs: Fiddy. He lives in my hat. What a cheeky little fellow!
Bubs: You’re doing it all wrong mummy.
Bubs: What’s for dinner?
Me: Spaghetti Bolognese.
Bubs (now in floods of tears): Oh no! I can’t love Pee Getty Bolognese!
Bubs: Could I have some more bread? Pleeeeease! I’ll just hold it in my hand for a little while.