Four year olds make me giggle. I love how they are trying so passionately to make sense of their world. Chelsea has cracked me up lately with her out of the blue questions and philosophies.
"How did God make bottom cracks? He didn't colour us in did he? He didn't paint us eh?"
Lately she has been worried about bees.
"I wish God made me a bee because then I wouldn't get stung. Do you think you could buy me a bee costume Mummy? Then they wouldn't sting me."
Dom is now a wise (cough) six year old and his questions are far more important.
"Mum, my friend said the S word at school today. It is so bad that you can just say the first letter and call it the S word isn't it? The word is Stupid eh?"
"But what is the f word Mum?" He sat there trying to think of bad words that start with f...to no avail. Phew, I am safe until next time! Thank goodness for his Catholic school!
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