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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Conversations with my Small Sprog

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!

"Mummy?"

"Yes"

"What's constipation?"

"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!

"Mummy?"

"Yes"

"What's dehydrated?"

"Oh, just hurry up"!!!!!!

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17 comments:

  1. Reasons17 March 2009 at 21:08

    Hello Suburbia! I was just wondering how you're getting on. Obviously with a lot of explaining do to! x

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  2. Mean Mom17 March 2009 at 21:21

    That sort of conversation could just go on forever! Was Small Sprog late for school? I can't think of one occasion when any one of my lads was ever constipated. I think that it was the Weetabix and other wholegrain cereals that helped!

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  3. Maggie May17 March 2009 at 22:37

    Thats the kind of conversation that can't be rushed. Just like Small Sprog's ablutions!

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  4. BS5 Blogger18 March 2009 at 05:28

    That was really funny! And you mentioned buses again...

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  5. Steve18 March 2009 at 07:25

    Ah... I remember the days of being able to idle the time away on the toilet for hours with fondness... now it's a 5 minute sprint. Hope that isn't too much information.

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  6. Anonymous18 March 2009 at 08:41

    On question inevitably leads to another.

    Enjoy it now. Before you know it, he'll be bigger than you and patting your head and ruffling your hair as he walks past.

    My son's 6 foot 8 and it drives me mad when he does it.

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  7. Tim Atkinson18 March 2009 at 08:45

    Next question... what's intoxication? (Ok, maybe not for a while... hopefully!)

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  8. Ladybird World Mother18 March 2009 at 10:09

    !! How many hours have I sat on the floor in our downstairs loo waiting for young person to 'finish'. The chats are always question and answer, dont you find? Lovely post.

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  9. Working Mum18 March 2009 at 11:31

    At least he's increasing his vocabulary, even if he is late for school!

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  10. Jennysmith18 March 2009 at 13:08

    Bless him. None of the stresses and cynism for him.

    Lordy, i'm not sure i could explain the second one very well.

    take care xxxxx

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  11. Rose18 March 2009 at 13:23

    These are the kinds of situations they don't explain in child-rearing books. Sounds like a normal day in suburbia:)

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  12. Anonymous18 March 2009 at 13:37

    Of course for the verbally challenged there's always bunged-up and dried-out....

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  13. molly18 March 2009 at 17:39

    Sweet! Enjoy it while it lasts! It's always later than you think.....

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  14. Akelamalu18 March 2009 at 20:19

    Sometimes you wonder just what goes on their heads don't you? :)

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  15. Eternal Worrier18 March 2009 at 21:31

    It won’t be many years till he’s too embarrassed to talk to his mum about that sort of stuff!

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  16. Jon M18 March 2009 at 21:48

    Nice one!

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  17. none18 March 2009 at 21:52

    I get:

    Dad.. Why is that enzyte guy always smiling? and what is reptile disruption?

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