The other morning I came downstairs to find Sonny sitting on the sofa with a stone the size of a large avocado tucked under his bottom.
“Er…Sonny…why are you sitting on a stone?” I enquired, as any normal mother would.
“It’s not a stone,” he sighed, lifting his left butt cheek to give me a better look. “It’s a dinosaur egg and I’m trying to hatch it.”
“Oh…silly me…of course it is,” I replied, trying to not to show my surprise.
Several hours later I sat down with a cup of tea and saw the “egg” neglected on the floor. Thinking this was the perfect opportunity to make amends for my earlier faux pas, I said to Sonny:
“Do you what me to sit on your egg for a while?”
And do you know what the little monkey said?
“It’s only a stone, you silly Mama!”
Thanks for that one son!