Driving home last night after having dinner with the boys at Citrus Moon. It was about 7 and already pitch dark. Marcus asked "What's all that black stuff?" What black stuff? "In the sky".
When your child is 95% toilet trained (as Marcus now is) you feel quite free. Michael is still in nappies obviously, but the constant changing of one or the other's bot has reduced dramatically. This is great. There is a cost though, I have just realised. Now your conversation is interrupted, a bit like tourette's syndrome, with "Do you need to go to the toilet?"
Blah blah Marcus. Blah blah blah Daddy.
Do you need to go to the toilet?NOOOOO.
Blah blah blah Marcus. Blah blah Daddy.
Do you need to go to the toilet?NOOOOO.
Blah blah rhubarb Marcus. Blah rhubarb rhubarb Daddy.
Do you need to go to the toilet?NOOOOO.
Blah blah blah blah... I NEED TO GO TO THE TOILET!!!
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