Tuesday 11 April 2017

Literally not a pumpkin

Me: Goodnight, my little pumpkin. [Almost asleep]

Son: Why did you call me a pumpkin, mama? I'm not fat and orange.

Me: No, you're not. It's just a nice thing to say...

Son: But I don't have seeds in me. I have blood and bones. I'm not a pumpkin.

Me: No, you're not a pumpkin...Silly mama... [No-one almost asleep now]

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