Quit dropping me in it!

As my son Charles carries on with this business of 'learning to talk' he remains persistent at dropping me right in it.

The vocab he has is clearly gained from the life we lead - the life that Charles and I lead,that is, whilst Rosie is hard at her school work and "Daddy" is out earning a crust.

Just last week we were all walking through town when Charles (the consumerist tot) spots one of his most favouritist logos; "darbux" he says. "Starbucks, did he just say Starbucks?" "Errm not sure, how funny, what's that over there?"

Cripes it's not like we're always sipping bambinocinos whilst you two are sweating away - not always.

Then on we go meandering through town until we happen upon our destination - we venture into a local non-Starbucksie type cafe. Charles points at this humongous chocolate cake topped with a gallon of butter icing, marshmallows and Maltesers and shouts for all the clientele to hear "Mummy's cake". The little squealer! I had that cake once, about 6 months ago and it had been your suggestion!

Well Charles all I can say is if it carries on like this there'll be no more cakes or hot choccies - remember, my boy, what happens on our meanders stays there. High five little one.