Esme Grace this morning informs me over breakfast that she would like to be an inventor when she grows up. I ask her what will she invent? She tells me, 'A talking sweetie.'
Before I could find out what it would say she switched quickly to,
'Mummy I would love to go camping one day soon, and after that go to Fairyland, and then see a tiger, then a polar bear, then buy an umbrella, and then make a dragon to celebrate Chinese new year. Please mummy, please.'
I think one mouthful of cornflakes made it's way in successfully.
ps: This appears to be an improvement on yesterday's talk of scabs and ear wax.
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