My sister; Lucy and I went to get a kebab on Tuesday evening, Charlie (in his pyjamas - post food, bath and teeth brushing) accompanied us as apparently you should not leave small children at home alone. As soon as he saw the massive menu on the wall; which had various ‘delicious’ looking photos of fast food on it, on he starting asking for various dishes (he loves fast food leaflets with photos of greasy burgers and pizzas and if he finds one will look at it for ages sighing and licking the pictures occasionally) ‘Mmmm, burger mummy – wiv some cheese on it for Charlie’, ‘Mmm fink Charlie wants a bit o’ pizza’ no 'fink burger - oh yum, mmmmm' etc. I reminded him that he had already eaten and he certainly didn’t need another meal. He went quiet and then suddenly prodded Lucy in the back and said, ‘Oh come on darlin’ I want one o’ dem!’.
In the car yesterday we decided to call each other different names for a laugh (he may have found it marginally funnier than me) ' you are grandma' Oh hahaha - 'you are daddy' Oh hilarious hahahaha - 'you are Joseph from playgroup' Oh good one hohoho etc., we had been through, parents, grandparents, siblings and then out of the blue Charlie to me ‘You are Shrek’. Cheers.
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