M and her stinky feet. "Momma, I have stinky feet. STIIIIIINKY FEEEEEEEET!" *laughs at herself while wiggling said stinky feet in my face* (and yes, they were stinky.)
P and his cars, again. He's such a content, easily pleased little boy. I say little because he tells me he is NOT a big boy. "I'm not a big boy, mummy. I'm a LITTLE boy. I still little."
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