Walking past busy park to the car, with hands full of shopping bags, two cushions, and a shoe box filled with stuffed toys:
Miss 4: "Is that where babies come from."
Lunges to grab part of me where, indeed, babies did come from.
Me: "Argh." As I overbalance trying not to trip over Miss 4 or wipe her out with a shopping bag. Drop cushions etc, which is good because they... er... cushion me as I land, quite gracefully on the pavement.
Miss 4, watching as I pick myself up: "Can we plant sweetcorn when we get home?"
Miss 6 around 2am: "I wet the bed."
Hubs gets up and does the sheet change. No biggie.
Miss 4 around 7am: "I wet the bed."
Me from near the teapot in the kitchen: "Snuggle in ours, no biggie."
Miss 4 around 7.03am: "I wet your bed."
Me, thinking about how last time we changed the sheets the mattress protector was still damp and we left it off: "Whose side were you on?"
Miss 4: "Daddy's"
As I pour a cup of tea. "No biggie."