♫♪ ...when I'm 64 ♪♫

Me, giving Tyler a big hug after coming from work: Do you still love me?

Tyler: Of course, why wouldn't I?

Me, teasingly: Oh I thought you might have forgotten me.

Tyler: Of course not, I'm still young.

Me: What difference does that make?

Tyler: Well when I'm older and you're old and crinkly, I might love you just a wee, wee bit less.

Me: !!!!

In other news, I won some bling at the annual Vocal Competitions recently (I'll blog about it soon over at (A)musings of a Lyric Soprano)

Last weekend I took Tyler and Anton to Riverton for a bit of crab-hunting and ice-cream-devouring.

Those darn vegetables

Tyler, like many children, thinks most vegetables are made of rat poison and elephant dung and have been grown purely for the purposes of torturing him. He will eat:

Potato - but only mashed

Corn - but only in chicken and corn soup.

Yep, that's the sum total. Bribes, threats and guilt trips leave him unmoved and making gagging sounds every time we mention the word carrot. Last night's conversation ended on the following note:

"Mummy! I know it won't happen for a long time, but when you die I'm never eating vegetables again!"

A few photos from the holidays:

Conversations with Tyler

This morning:

Tyler: If a whole lot of woolly mammoths dropped out of the sky in a circle around you, you wouldn't be able to escape

(there ensued some discussion on the probability of woolly mammoths falling out of the sky)

Me: So where did you find out about woolly mammoths?

Tyler: At school we have this non-fiction book and it's about woolly mammoths and diarrhoea wolves.

Me: !!!!! Are you sure that's what they're called?

Tyler: Yeah, it's D I R E. 

Me: ????

Note to blog readers: If you can figure out what sort of wolves he's referring to, please enlighten me. I'd like to get rid of the mental image that's haunting me.


**Update, thanks to Mr Google I now know there was a prehistoric wolf called the Dire Wolf. So now you know too. You're welcome.

This afternoon at the supermarket:

Tyler: Can I have some chocolate milk. It's on special.
Me, taking opportunity for maths practice: How much will we save? 
Tyler, cheating by looking on the sales ticket: 70c. Oh but it's $4.33 if we litter.
Me, puzzled then lightbulb dawning: Ah, so its $4.33 litre.

Yesterday:

Tyler: Can I please have a bowl of chips?
Me: Yes, but just a small one.
Tyler: Can you get it then?
Me: No, you're perfectly capable of getting it yourself.
Tyler: But I'm not very good at amounting.

A Tyler-ism

Tyler, to me after I missed seeing something on tv:


"I could fast-forwards it backwards for you?"


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The wee dude has his school cross-country tomorrow, send fast vibes :)

Random conversation

Tyler: I'm hungry

Me: OK, have a snack

Tyler: I could have you as a snack *giggles and chomping noises*

Me: No! I wouldn't taste very nice.

Tyler: Yes you would, everyone tastes like chicken.