Quantum leap

Boy has made an amazing discovery! Little footprints in the sandpit. It's going to take a lot science to figure this one out.

They're definitely not our cat's - too small, no claw marks.

They must belong to a wild cat. Yes, definitely a cat, not a dog. (Though they do look a little like the painted dog prints at the zoo.)

A wild, nocturnal cat.

Possibly a wild, nocturnal *blind* cat. It's possible. Hard to say at this point.

And it howls! Yes, he hears it every night.

It snores and sleeps in the day time.

It's black. (We mustn't forget to write that.)

The adult of this as-yet unnamed discovery has a footprint the size of a car. So this must be a baby.

It's from Africa, but it escaped to here, Perth.

Once he figures out this mystery, he's going to write books and sell them to everyone in the whole, wide world.

Songs of Praise

Boy was ecstatic to be home after a whole month away. He rushed around very busily reacquainting himself with his toys and the house. Then he dragged out an old busted up guitar and proceeded to serenade us with some very entertaining lyrics. By the time I got the video out he had moved on to less interesting stuff – you’ve missed the one about someone getting their head bitten off and neck pooed down, for instance – but we got in just before his exhausted, jet-lagged mind succumbed to incoherent jibberish.

Well almost.

If you really want to know.... -

There was a little....

There was a little, little bee and it was very busy

There was a cat that ate it and it wanted the bee to be its mother

But it [something something] and invited it to its family to be its mother

It did it [something] it did it so it would have a mother

It invited it to its family and did what it did from Donaldson’s Dairy

[some other stuff about Donaldson’s Dairy and stuff]

Working Boy

Boy: [shaking money box] I need some more money!
Me: What do you need money for?
Boy: I need to buy Creamit Monkey* some ice cream and chocolate. He's been very helpful.
Me: Really? How has he been helpful?
Boy: Uuuummmmm. Weeellll. He is waiting for his ice cream and chocolate.
Me: Hmmmm.
Boy: Briiiing briiing. Briiiiing briiiiing. [mimes picking up a phone] Oh, it's Creamit Monkey and he is waiting for his ice cream and chocolate. I have to go and buy him some.
Me: Ok.
Boy: But I need more money first!
Me: [sigh] Maybe you could do some chores to earn money. You know, like daddy goes to work to earn money.
Boy: Oh yes. I would be happy to earn some money. [goes to computer desk and starts thumping on the keyboard] See. Mummy I am earning money now!

* My best attempt at transliteration

Story time: A duck amongst the carrots

Just a little mealtime ditty

Two little carrots went out a day. Over the highchair too far away. One little carrot said "Rug rug rug rug" and four little carrots came back.

One little duck went out a day, over to a field too far away. One little duck ate the carrots...