Mummy: What are you going to wear today?
Noah stares blankly into wardrobe.
Mummy: Shorts and a T - shirt?
Noah: No!
Mummy: Then what?
Noah: My Santa suit!
Ok, this child has a bit of a Santa obsession going on, me thinks…
Even though the Ivy - girl has the worst diarrhoea known to man, she still has a sense of humour about it. After a rather ‘rat died up the bottom’ fart resounded from her backside, she giggle and cried…
“Ooooh, fluff, me”! (the kids call flatulence ‘fluffing’, go figure).
