I’m lying in bed with my two boys – one in each arm – and I say, “Mummy’s so lucky to have two gorgeous boys!” Aristotle: And next time you can have a gorgeous girl, too. Me: Er… maybe not. Aristotle: Please, Mum. I really want a baby sister! Me: We’ll have to think reallyContinue reading “How Two Boys Turn into a Basketball Team”
While I was driving, I smelt a smell in the car; you know the kind – the noxious fumes that little boys release from their behinds from time to time… Me: Hercules, did you make that smell? Hercules: No. It’s not me. It smells like koh koh (meaning “brother”).
When Aristotle was 5, he told me… Aristotle: I’ve decided who I’m going to marry. Me: Who is it? Aristotle: Yerin. Me: Oh. Ok. Aristotle: I already asked her and she said “yes”.