I was dye-ing my corduroy jacket a blue denim colour today. Put the dye and the salt in the machine and then the clothes. Turned the machine on. Nothing. Faffed about on and off for a few hours leaning on, slamming and waggling the door. Nothing. So, while I figure out what to do next, thought I’d share some amusing things said recently by Miss R (just turned 4 this week):
There’s a baby crocodile in my cup. His name is Burt Elburt. I named him that. That’s his surname. His real name is lemon squash. And his middle name is cup. He and the spider were playing a racing game and he won. He fell over and got mud on his knee and then I washed it with the water in my pink cup. Look he’s all dry now.
There were friendly monsters in my bedroom. They were blue yellow and red. Like sonic. Sonic was blue, yellow was yellow and red was red. They were on my wall when I opened my eyes and then on my pillow. I saw them twice. No. I saw them 3 times because I saw them once on my wall and 2 times on my pillow.
Mummy, why have you got hairs on your lip like Daddy?
Mummy, why have you got hairs in your nose? You’ve got a haunted nose.
You know that big room at the sports centre? That’s where they do the jam-nistics.
