Happy shopping in Mallorca

Getting my change at the pharmacy when I hear a loud clear voice: "Mummy, I peed!" Mr T stands in the middle of the shop, with his pants and underpants pulled down. Oh no, an accident, I think, but he is completely dry. "Where did you pee?" Mr T points proudly at the very cool hippo shaped potty in the store display. "There!"

Superhero

2am: tiny feet tap across the floor and jump into bed. A voice that can't breathe through a snotty nose: "I am sick". Cough. "Very sick". Short breaths, then a whimper in the dark: "I wish I was a Superhero".

Lunch

"Mum, I want chocolate." "You can't have chocolate for breakfast" Instant reply: "I'll have it for lunch."

Plight of the Biscuit

"This biscuit I have eaten, mum, will soon turn to shit." Sad face, thin voice: "I don't want to become shit, says the biscuit"

Evolution

"Yesterday, I was a Baby. Today I am a Boy." "Aaah. And tomorrow?" "Tomorrow, I will be a Woman."

Depends how you see it

-Please don't eat the snow.
-It's not snow. It's cake.

It's everywhere..

We're outside, pushing through minus 20 degrees, everything covered in thick, crisp snow, the cold biting our cheeks. I want an ice cream, says Mr T.

Woolen

Mr T rolls a woolen blanket around his belly and says "Look, I'm a sheep!"

Paradise

Mr T and I were looking out onto the garden, with autumnal winds shaking the leaves off the trees. That's a Lark, I said, pointing. He asked what the other trees were called, and I said That's a Plum tree, a Cherry tree and a Jasmine bush. That grass over there, said mr T, is called Paradise.