Small Sprog was sitting on the toilet this morning, swinging his legs backwards and forwards, not a care in the world, while I am trying to 'hurry him up' before we're late for school.
He is in a chatty mood. I need him to clean his teeth and get his shoes on, ready for school. He is in the mood to sit there until his legs go numb!
"Nothing you will ever have to worry about my sweet" I giggle "You could poo for England!" I'm sure he poos out more than goes in, if you know what I mean!
"But I heard you telling Tall Girl she might get constipated"
"Yes, that's because she eats junk and doesn't drink enough" I retort "One day we'll turn up at the bus stop to pick her up and there will just be a pile of dust on the pavement because she's completely dehydrated!" At least that would cure the constipation, I thought to myself!
"Oh, just hurry up"!!!!!!