After declaring that I would keep a journal of Little Buttons funny’s for her to look back over in years to come, December seemed to be the month of her keeping unusually shtum. Was it all Father Christmas’ fault or perhaps the excitement of the holidays in general that brought out such well-polished articulation, I will never know…
In the end I did manage to capture a few good ones, so pour yourself a cuppa, stick your feet up and enjoy.
Little Button has a forte for running in one direction whilst looking in the other, in true threenager style. So naturally as she was hurtling towards a huge pile of
sh!t poo I closed my eyes as no doubt she would run straight through it and I will resume my post as a **** shovel. But wait… what is this she is saying?
It’s OK mummy… I skipped over the poo!
Out of the blue and with a completely straight face Little Button announces ‘I want to be a rat when I am older’.
Cue muffled mummy laughs.
Little Button with hands-on-hips gets crosser by the second and screeches ‘What are you talking about!?!’.
OK, so obviously this is no laughing matter. I reply earnestly ‘you want to be a rat?’ which instantly lifts her mood. ‘Yes!’ she chirps, ‘Yes! I want to dig like a rat in the sand’. She smiles at me coaxingly. ‘ OK??’ I agree.
Little Button loves scootering across the kitchen at exactly the precise moment Daddy Button opens the dishwasher to load it up. Whilst there is ample space for scootering and dish washer loading, in true Button style she hones in on Daddy anyway.
‘Beep beeeeeeep… move you big buffoon!’ she sings at the top of her voice.
An obvious improvement from last months ‘move your big bum’. Daddy shoots me a disapproving look as I snort tea out of my nose in hysterics.
Story read, snuggled up in bed, Little Button grabs my face in both her hands and whispers ‘you have eyeballs and mash’.
Pardon? Is this a trick… me thinks.
‘You have eyebrows, eyeballs AND mash’. I smile at her concentration as she scans my face ‘do you mean mouth’ I say gesturing. I get the threenager eyeball roll… ‘No. Mash?!’
…I have no idea either.
There really is no introduction to this one…
Mummy: ‘did you do a farty pop?’
Little Button: ‘yes’
She thinks about it……
Little Button: ‘Could you smell it down the street?’
A little extra one that us parents love hearing from our little ones. ‘Mummy, you are my best friend in the whole wide world!’
Have you got any funny’s that you would like to share? I can’t wait to hear them.