Harry, my four year old who is DEFINITELY ready for big school, to younger brother William: ‘I’m going to tell you a story Bubby. Once upon a time there were two little boys called William and Ben and one day they were playing in the field and they went on to the train track and a train came and squashed them.’
Me, reproachfully: ‘Oh Harry, that’s not very nice, why don’t you tell a story about your brothers playing on their bikes instead. That would be better.’
Harry: ‘Okay Mummy. Bubby, once upon a time there were two little boys called William and Ben and one day they were playing ON THEIR BIG BLUE BIKES and they went on to the train track and a train came and squashed them.’
Oh yes, definitely not a baby any more.
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Sorry, I’m having trouble supressing my giggles!
Thanks for starting my day with a laugh!
Awwww!!! I LOVE how cute your boys sound.
When my Blainey was a baby, his older brother Sloan used to call him Bubby. Too cute.
Okay…laughing my arse off here. Sorry! But that’s too cute!