I don't want this blog to become "kids say the funniest things" (or not as it turned out) so after this I will cease and desist, but it cracked me up.
My pleasant dreams were again broken at 6.20am this morning (James Marsters this time - my brain seems determined to revisit old crushes before the baby comes) by a wail coming from HackneyChild's room, followed by the child himself.
"I'm a worried little gnome", he cried. "I'm a worried little gnome!"
My heart melted in a bemused way. "Poor worried little gnome, come in bed with mummy!" (Sotto voce to partner: "Where did he get that from?" Partner: "No idea.")
Climbing into bed the little gnome sobbed "Wipe it!". "Huh?" "I've got a runny little nose! Stop laughing!"
The truth is out there
7 hours ago