Cars

Cars are a biiiig favourite around here right now. Having only recently learned to distinguish Roary the Racing Car from Lightning McQueen, Rory now delights in talking about both of them.

I take even more delight in the fact that he pronounces Lightning McQueen and Likindaqueen. Smiles all around.

With Sincere Apologies to the Big Guy...

The scene: Rory and Daddy are in the garden. Rory is attempting to get on the swing, and not having much success.

Rory: [Mumble, mumble, mmble] Jesus Christ!

Daddy: Rory! That's not very nice. You mustn't say that.

Rory: Sorry, Daddy! [Turns back to swing] Goddamn it...

Poo

It's all about poo with Rory at the moment. He has inherited (or more likely acquired through repeated expsure) my 'talent' for making up silly lyrics to songs, and his favourtie pastime now is replacing random words with the word 'poo'.

Such a proud day for me as a mother... (I would like to point out that my lyrics are much more sophisticated and hardly ever feature poo.)