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Conversations, by Rhonda Mason/Pink Ronnie (www.pinkronnie.com)Conversations, by Rhonda Mason/Pink Ronnie (www.pinkronnie.com)Conversations, by Rhonda Mason/Pink Ronnie (www.pinkronnie.com)

It is lunchtime. Jamie has just dropped a piece of tissue on the floor.

Jamie: “Daddy, can you get my tissue for me?”
Rick picks it up.
Jamie:”Daddy, you’re a very good getter. That’s because you have big hands and they’re strong.”

* * *

It is afternoon.

Pete is reading ‘Blue Hat, Green Hat’ with Rick and making up funny words.

Rick: “You’re a clever man Pete.”
Pete: “Me?”
Rick: “Yes, you’re a clever man, Pete.”
Pete: “Only in the afternoon!”

* * *

It is Saturday morning. Rick is in the car with the boys.

Angus: “That other car is getting close.”
Jamie: “No, it’s going away.”
Angus: “NO, it’s getting closer”
Jamie: “NOOO, it’s going away.”
Angus: “NOOO, arrrrgggh it’s getting CLOSER”
Jamie: “ARRRRRR, it’s going AWAY.”
Angus: “JAMIEEEE, it’s GETTING CLOSER….AAARRRRRRGGGGHH.”
Jamie: “NOOOOOO, ANGUS, it’s GOING AWWWWAAAAYYYYY.”
Rick: “Boys!!! you’re talking about two different cars.”

* * *

It is dinnertime. I am coercing Jamie into eating his vegetables.

Me: “Is that yummy or yummy?”
Jamie: “Unyummy.”

* * *

Saturday afternoon. The boys and I are hanging out. Angus peers into my face.

Angus: “Mummy, why do you have three spots in a line on your face?”
Me: “Because I have bad skin.”
Angus: “Why do you have bad skin?”

Later, that same day…

Me: “Do you boys think we should have anymore babies?”
Pete: “Yes! More babies!”
Angus: “Yes, a billion more babies. As many as father Abraham had…”
Jamie: “No.”

* * *

It is Monday morning, and I am doing the school drop-off. Angus and Jamie are with me.

Angus: “How many things do grown up have to do?”
Me: “Many, many things…”
Angus: “You have to drive cars, buy a house, buy furniture, look after your children… what else? Oh yes, you also have to put children in the naughty garage when they don’t eat.”
Jamie: “And wipe your children’s bottoms. And cook.”
Me: “Cook?”
Jamie: “Yes, cook. Grown ups have to cook.”

* * *

Thursday evening. I am heading out to the city for a work event.

Me: “Do I look nice, boys?”

Pete: “Nicer than a mermaid.”

Angus: “Nicer than a princess.”

Jamie: “Nicer than Spider Man.”

* * *

Sunday afternoon. Angus and I are both looking out the same window.

Me: “Look, a crow in the backyard!”
Angus: “That’s a magpie.”

* * *

It is Thursday evening. Our last day at the holiday house.

Pete: “Are we going home tomorrow?”
Me: “Yes, we’re really sad about that too.”
Pete: “I’m not! I like our normal home.”

* * *

It is Tuesday afternoon. I have just arrived home from the hairdresser’s.

Jamie: “That’s an excellent haircut!”

* * *

Sunday morning in the garage. I am strapping all the boys in the car, and I decide to put on some lip balm.

Jamie (with his nose sniffing in the air): “It smells like a girl thing!”

(You can read all our other conversations here.)

Conversations, by Rhonda Mason/Pink Ronnie (www.pinkronnie.com)Conversations, by Rhonda Mason/Pink Ronnie (www.pinkronnie.com)Conversations, by Rhonda Mason/Pink Ronnie (www.pinkronnie.com)

It is morning, and the boys are busy role playing.

Angus: “We need a new baby. Can you go to the baby shop and get a new baby?”

* * *

Wednesday evening. We are all eating dinner when Pete makes a casual observation.

Pete: “Daddy, you getting fat cause other day, you ate lots of pizza at Dee Why.”

* * *

Thursday morning. We are on the way to school.

The boys and I are talking about the time I parked in a No Parking spot.

Me (to Angus): “Next time, you’ll have to remind me it’s a No Parking area.”
Angus: “No, next time, you have to look out the windscreen.”

* * *

Saturday afternoon. I’ve just made Angus a bus out of a tissue box.

Angus: “You’re a very cool art person, mum.”

* * *

Tuesday morning. I have Angus and Jamie in the car with me.

Angus notes out loud that I am taking a different route to daddy.

Me: ” “Mummy and daddy do things differently.”
Angus: “That’s because you both think that you’re right.”

* * *

Thursday afternoon. Pete is home from preschool, and I’m getting him to help me de-clutter his preschool drawer. After ten minutes or more, we finally end up with a very small ‘chuck’ pile.

Pete: “I keep lots of things, not many things are rubbish.”

* * *

Saturday evening. Rick is teasing Jamie at dinnertime.

Rick: “Maybe you’re too little to eat ice cream.”
Jamie: “No, I can easily eat ice cream. Look at my teeth!”

Later that same evening…

Jamie: “I’m too tired to eat vegetables. Only chicken.”

* * *

Early Monday morning. The boys are role playing again. I ask them who they are.

Jamie: “I’m mummy, Angus is the baby, and Pete is a penguin going ‘jabber, jabber, jabber.’”

* * *

Monday evening. We’re all having dinner and Bear is dropping food like it’s his job.

Rick: “Edward, I just cleaned up the floor under you!”
Jamie: “Maybe you need to clean it again.”

* * *

Saturday afternoon. We’re driving up to church to set up for Sunday, and the boys are entertaining a discussion about cars.

Angus: “When I am a grown up, I will buy two cards. A Land Rover and a Mazda.”
Pete: “I want a Toyota and a Land Rover.”
Jamie: “I want a green car and a Land Rover.”

* * *

Randomly, one Tuesday evening:

Pete: “When I’m grown up, I want to be an Octanaut.”
Angus: “That might be a little bit tricky.”

You can read all our other conversations here.

Photography by Rhonda Mason/Pink Ronnie (www.pinkronnie.com)Photography by Rhonda Mason/Pink Ronnie (www.pinkronnie.com)

It is Sunday evening.

I am lying on the floor of the boys’ bedroom as they get ready for bed.

Angus: “Mummy, you’re always tired at bedtime.”
Me: “How do you know?”
Angus: “Because you’re always falling asleep.”

* * *

It is Thursday morning.

The boys are playing inside the tent, and pretending it’s a space shutter.

Angus: “I am space daddy, Pete is space baby, and Jamie is space mummy.”

* * *

It is Monday. Rick has just returned from the doctor’s with Bear’s diagnosis.

Angus: “I was right, mummy! Edward has chicken pox!”

* * *

It is Tuesday morning. Pete and I are discussing the rest of the day.

Pete: “Mummy, I want you to pick me up from preschool because on Peppa Pig, Peppa’s mummy picks her up…”

* * *

It is Tuesday evening. We are watching The Sound of Music.

Pete: “I don’t like the Captain. He’s scary. And grumpy.”

* * *

It is Wednesday afternoon. It is hot, and Rick has his top off.

Pete: “Daddy, you getting fat cause other day, you ate lots of pizza at Dee Why.”

* * *

It is Thursday night. We are at Kam Fook. (Again.) We start off by playing Celebrity Animals. Which quickly becomes Celebrity Anything.

Pete: “I’m black and long (gesturing with your hands) and very still.”

Multiple guesses later..

Daddy: “What are you?”
Pete: “Chopstick!”

* * *

It is Sunday evening. Pete and I are discussing who’s the bravest man in the family. He decides that Uncle Mark is.

Me: “Why is Mark the bravest?”
Pete: “Because him got lots of hair and him got curly hair.”

* * *

It is Thursday late afternoon. I am in my office, doing some admin.

I can hear footsteps coming up the stairs…

Pete: “Mummy’s doing work, daddy. Leave her alone!”

* * *

Tuesday lunchtime. I’ve just given Jamie a hug.

Me: “Who else wants a hug from mummy?”
Angus: “Me!”
Pete: “Not me. I give you hug in the morning.”

* * *

Randomly, on a Saturday:

Pete: “I am a mermaid.”

* * *

It is Thursday morning. I come downstairs wearing a bright, stripy dress.

Jamie: “You all colourful, mummy. I like you all colourful.”

* * *

It is Thursday lunchtime. Jamie has eaten his sandwich, except for his crust.

Me: “Are you going to eat your bread chips?”
You: “No.”
Me: “One?”
You: “No.”
Me: “Do you like saying no?”
You: “Yes!”
Me: “Do you like saying yes?”
You: “No!”

* * *

Monday morning playtime. I am sipping tea in the meals room.

Jamie runs in to make an announcement.

Jamie: “Mummy, I made a gun (out of blocks) to kill flies. Not people. Just flies.
Pause.
Jamie: “Tiny flies.”

* * *

Wednesday evening.

Dinnertime is over. Finally.

The boys have eaten. Finally.

I’ve finished cleaning up, and am utterly exhausted.

Me (at the kitchen sink): “I’m soooo tired from cleaning up.”
Jamie (from his high chair): “I’m soooo tired from eating.”

* * *

Thursday afternoon. We are at Target, looking for bathmats.

We navigate our way through the toys’ section.

Jamie: “We don’t need toys! We need bathmats!”

You can read more of our conversations here.

It is Thursday evening, and we are on our way to Kam Fook Chinese Restaurant.

Jamie: “Humpty Dumpty sat on the floor. And car squashed him.”

* * *

It is Friday, Rick’s day off. We are in the car, on our way to one of our favourite cafes.

Jamie (to daddy): “What’s e, v, d, r, t, c?”
Pete: “Not a word.”
Jamie: “Yeah!”
Pete: “Nope.”
Jamie: “Yeah!”
Pete: “Nope.”

* * *

It is Friday evening, and we once again heading to Kam Fook. (We go there a lot.)

Edward is crying – very loudly.

Angus: “Jamie, don’t forget that you’re looking after baby Edward. Pat him!”
Jamie (full of indignation): “I AM looking after baby Edward.”

* * *

It is time for the boys’ midday nap, and I am changing Jamie’s dirty nappy.

Jamie: “I want wipe wipe for my face.”
Me: “Okay, here you go.”
Jamie: “Does it have poo on it?”

* * *

It is the same time the next day. Jamie calls me into his bedroom because he has yet another dirty nappy.

Me: “Why didn’t you call for daddy?”
Jamie: “I want you to do it!”
Me: “But daddy is better at it!”
Jamie: “No, YOU.”

So I change his nappy. Meanwhile, we have a discussion about how big everyone is.

Jamie: “Daddy big and strong. You tiny boy.”
Me: “But I’m a girl! And I’m not tiny, just a bit short.”
Jamie: “No, you tiny.”

* * *

It is Friday, and we are just passing McDonalds on the road…

Jamie: “I can smell nuggets! Daddy, I can smell nuggets!”

* * *

It is Thursday evening, and we are in the car. (Again.) I’ve just finished putting strawberry lip balm on my very dry lips.

Angus: “I can smell lollipop! Pete, can you smell lollipop?”
Pete: “I can smell blue one!”

* * *

It is Sunday morning, and the boys and I are about to leave the house for church.

Pete: “You like an elephant, mummy.”

* * *

On another Sunday, when I emerge wearing a military jacket:

Pete: “You’re a little bit cool!”

* * *

It’s Monday evening and the three boys are sitting at the meals table eating their dinner. (Supposedly.)

Angus: “Mummy, Pete’s not listening to me…!”
Mummy: “Pete, can you say ‘Yes Angus?’”
Pete: “I’m doing burp.”

* * *

It us Tuesday morning, just after breakfast. I am in the kitchen with Gus and suddenly feel sad that he is no longer my little boy…

Me: “Angus, stop growing up so fast!”
Angus: “But I can’t control myself. Only God can!”

* * *

Later that same morning:

Angus: “What goes ‘moo beep’?”
Me: What Gus?
Angus: “A cow that lives in a house with an alarm.”

* * *

It is Saturday lunchtime, and the topic of our conversation is booster seats.

Angus: “Pete, my booster seat was delivered to the house.”
Me: “No, we picked yours up as well.”
Angus: “No, it was delivered.”
Me: “No, we picked it up.”
Angus: “No, you are really wrong mum. I remember it clearly!”

* * *

It is Saturday afternoon, and I am combing Jamie’s (rather long) hair.

Me: “I might need to ask Por Por to cut your hair next time she’s here.”
Jamie: “Why?”
Me: Well, your hair is getting a bit long and some people think you look like a girl.”
Jamie: “But I got boy face!”

You can read more of our conversations here.

It is April the fifteenth. The older boys are on their way to the hospital with Pa and Nan to meet Edward for the first time.

Nan: “Let’s thank God for bringing Edward safely into the world!”
Angus: “But Edward was already in the world. He was in mummy’s tummy, and she was in the world!”

* * *

It is later that same afternoon. The boys are now on their way home from the hospital with Pa and Nan.

Angus: “I hope Edward will be able to talk when he gets home.”

* * *

It is day two after Edward’s birth. Rick and the boys come to visit. Upon their arrival:

Pete: “I’m hungry, mummy.”

* * *

It is day three. Rick and the boys come to visit again. As soon as they arrive:

Pete: “I’m a little bit hungry, mummy. I want biscuit!”

* * *

It is late afternoon and I’m working in the studio. Pete comes upstairs to find me.

Pete: “Muuuum, I’m sad.”
Me: “Why are you sad, Pete?”
Pete: “I want toooooast.”

* * *

Randomly, one day:

Pete: “I don’t like monkeys.”

* * *

It is evening. We are all at the table eating our dinner.

Pete: “Let me hold Edward!”
Angus: “You might drop him into your dinner.”

* * *

It is Tuesday afternoon. Nan is still at our place spending time with the boys. She is holding Edward and Angus is by her side.

Angus: “I remember in the olden days when I used to feed Jamie. When I was three!”

* * *

It is Saturday morning. The boys are playing ‘family’ and pretending to go on a picnic.

Angus: “I’m daddy!”
Pete: “I’m mummy!”
Jamie: “I’m Pa!”
Angus: “No, you’re baby!”
Jamie: “No, I’m Pa!”
Angus: Yes, you’re Pa but you’re still a baby. You’re baby Pa.”

* * *

It is Wednesday morning. Jamie is watching Play School while I’m making bottles.

Play School presenter: “Do you like pasta?”
Jamie: Yes, I do like pasta!”

* * *

Later that same day at a cafe, I attempt to do some drawing with Jamie to keep him entertained.

Me: “I don’t know how to draw a motorbike…”
Jamie: “Draw the wheels first.”

* * *

It is Thursday morning. Pete has a bad cold and Rick is about to take him to the doctor’s. Jamie wants to go too.

Jamie: “My ear is sore….. I hurt my foot….”

* * *

It is Saturday, and we are at church setting up and eating our dinner. Jamie is very upset that Rick threw out his dinner (which he’d refused to eat).

Me: “Do you want to tell Edward why you’re sad?”
Jamie: “No, him too little.”
Me: “What do you mean he’s too little?”
Jamie: “Edward can’t talk.”

* * *

And just last week:

Jamie: “Daddy finished bible! Me read (Land Rover) magazine now.”

* * *

You can read more of our conversations here.

It is Monday night. Jamie’s first evening in the big boys’ room. After Rick finishes reading the bedtime story, Jamie hops off his lap, and looks at me with the utmost optimism.

Jamie: “Let’s go!”
Me: “Go where Jamie?”
Jamie: “To my room!”
Me: “But this is your new room now.”
Jamie: “I don’t like it!”
Me: “I know you don’t like it now, but you’ll get used it over time…”
Jamie: “No! I don’t like it!”

Indeed he does not. Once inside his new cot…

Jamie: “Get me out! Get me out! Get me out!

Pete, listening in, tries to offer some helpful advice to his parents.

Pete: “Maybe tell Jamie no monsters will come in here.”

However many minutes later, while Jamie is still shouting…

Pete: “Maybe on Tuesday Jamie sleep in here.”

* * *

It is Tuesday. Jamie has completely recovered from the previous night’s fiasco. I smile at him as he sits down to some morning tea. He looks at me suspiciously.

Jamie: “Don’t eat my ham, mummy.”

* * *

It is Wednesday and it is bedtime again. Jamie refuses to stop chatting.

Rick: “Jamie, it’s time to be quiet.”
Jamie: “Okay.”
Rick: “No more noise Jamie.”
Jamie: “Why? Daddy, why?”
Rick: “Because it’s nighttime and it’s time to go to sleep.”
Jamie: “Why?”
Angus and Pete laugh and chuckle in their bunk bed.
Rick: “Angus and Pete, roll over and face the wall and go to sleep…”
Jamie: “Face the wall, Gus! Face the wall, Pete!”
Daddy: “Everybody quiet!”
Jamie: “Goodbye daddy! Goodbye daddy!”

* * *

It is Thursday. We are in the car, on our way to see my obstetrician.

Jamie: “What’s that smell daddy? Maybe Easter egg! Mmmm…. delicious!”

* * *

It is Friday, and we are all hanging out.

Rick: “What do we use telephones for, boys?”
Angus: “To take photos, and sometimes to take videos.”

* * *

It is Saturday, and unwrapping Easter eggs is the topic of conversation.

Angus: “I’m really good at it. I’ve had lots of practice.”

* * *

It is Sunday. We are discussing my pelvic girdle belt at the meals table.

Angus: “That helps your bottom to not fall off, mummy.”

You can read more of our conversations here.

It is Sunday morning. Angus and Pete have finished their breakfast. I am still feeding Jamie, who’s in his high chair.

Me: “Do you know where daddy is?”
Jamie: “Church!”
Me: “What is daddy doing?”
Jamie: “Reading!”
Me: “What is he reading?”
Pause.
Jamie: “Bible!”

* * *

It is Tuesday. Nan is at our place, folding paper with Angus in my office.

Angus: “I always fold because this is a neat family. Nan, is your family a neat family?”

* * *

It is Wednesday morning. I come downstairs for breakfast, to find that Jamie has a runny nose as well.

Angus: “Now all your children have colds.”

* * *

It is dinnertime. I am, as usual, woeful at keeping my own clothes clean while I eat.

Pete: “What’s that?”
Me: “I got my top dirty.”
Pete: “You need bib!”
Rick: “Yes she does…”

* * *

It is Saturday morning. I am at home with the boys, who are jumping around, pretending to be animals.

Angus: “I am a penguin, and I am allergic to cows.”

* * *

Later on that same morning…

Pete: “Mummy, come to my shop!”
Me: “What do you sell?”
Pete: “Monkey, giraffe and elephant!”
Me: “I’ll have a monkey please.”
Pete: “Okay. Here you go.” (He hands me a pretend monkey.)

I turn around to buy ice-cream from Angus’ shop. I can hear Pete and Jamie talking in the background. Upon turning back to Pete’s shop:

Me: “Can I buy a giraffe now?”
Pete: “No, all gone. Jamie eat it.”
Me: “Oh. What is left then?”
Pete: “Elephant!”
Mummy: “Okay, how much is that?”
Pete: “Two dollars.”

* * *

It is early in the evening. We have just come home from running errands, and the boys are getting seated around the table for dinner. I open the ‘inflatable cushion’ that I have just purchased for ‘postpartum care.’

Angus: “Look Pete, your booster seat has arrived!”

* * *

And one night, as I’m changing Jamie on his change table, at the tender age of twenty-three months, the inevitable happened.

Jamie: “Why? Mummy, why?”

You can read more of our conversations here.

It is late afternoon. Rick is about to cook some dinner.

Angus: “Daddy, I want you to stay in the family room with me.”
Rick: “I need to go into the kitchen to cook dinner, Angus.”
Angus: “Mummy can cook dinner. There are two grown-ups in this family!”

* * *

After a long chat in the car on the way to Gerroa:

Angus: “I think that’s enough, daddy.”
Rick (clearly relieved): “Yes, good.”

A few seconds later…

Angus: “Daddy.”
Rick: “I thought you said that was enough.”
Angus: “No, that was enough things for you to tell me. I’m going to keep telling you things.”

* * *

After bath-time one evening…

Pete: “Mummy cute. Pete sweet. Daddy nothing. Angus nothing. Jamie nothing.”

* * *

In the car, Rick is explaining to Angus that he can pray to God if he has nightmares.

Angus: “Dear God, please help me to not have bad dreams. Amen.”
Pete: “Me too. Me too. God. No things.”
Jamie: “Amen, Amen.”

* * *

It is dinnertime for the boys. I’m chatting to James in an attempt to keep him interested in his meal.

Me: “Do you have a bigger tummy, or does mummy have a bigger tummy?”
Jamie: “Daddy!”

* * *

We are on our way home. Rick drops me off at Office works to pick up some stationery supplies. Upon seeing the brown paper bag when I climb back into the car..

Jamie: “Nuggets! Mummy, nuggets please!”

* * *

On the way to church one morning:

Angus: “Edward’s house is a lot smaller than the house we live in.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Angus: “Your tummy, mummy!”
Me: “Yes, you would hope so then…”

* * *

Later that evening at bedtime…

Angus: “Daddy, Pete threw my blankie onto the floor!”
Rick: “Were you dangling your blankie over his cot?”
Angus: Silence…
Pete: “Yes!”

* * *

Later that same night, I’m standing outside the boys’ door, to see if they are going to sleep.

Angus: “Pete, I need to go to sleep so I can have lots of energy. Can you be quiet? When you talk, I can’t sleep and my body can’t sleep either. Pete, so can you whisper please? I need to go to sleep…”

* * *

It is Sunday morning. Pete and I have been going back and forth about a particular moth on the patio door.

Pete: “It’s inside!”
Me: “No, it’s outside Pete. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Pete: “Inside!”
Me: “No, outside!”

Upon closer inspection, I realise that the moth is indeed on the inside of the glass.

Angus: “Maybe Pete is a clever boy!”
Me: “Yes, of course Pete is a clever boy.”
Angus: “But you didn’t know that the moth was inside mummy….”

* * *

It is Saturday. We are all sitting down to breakfast and enjoying some innocent conversation.

Me: “There are lots of people in our family!”
Angus: “Why?”
Me (without thinking): “Because mummy and daddy keep making babies.”
Pause.
Angus: “How do you make babies?”

You can read more of our conversations here.

It is Rick’s day off, and the boys are playing hide-and-seek with daddy. Angus, our four year old, is feeling nervous as he rounds a dark corner.

Angus: “Pete, you go first.”

* * *

It is lunchtime, and the boys are at the meals table. I am busy in the kitchen.

Angus: “Pete, mum’s making a milkshake with ice cream but it’s not for us. Just her and the baby.”
Pete: “Okay!”

* * *

It is bedtime.

I am singing to Jamie, our twenty month old, who’s lying beautifully in his cot, but we can hear Angus carrying on in the other bedroom. Moments later, we hear daddy taking Angus downstairs to ‘the naughty cot.’

Jamie: “Gus, naughty cot. Me, bed!”

* * *

Randomly, during one evening:

Angus: “My grandpa can take his thumb off.”

* * *

We are in the car. I am taking Pete, our almost three year old, and Jamie to the shops. Pete decides to start screaming (loudly) about getting his sunglasses, which are out of my reach.

Mummy: “That’s enough Pete. I told you I can’t get them. You’ll have to wait. If you keep screaming, you’re not getting any milkshake at the shops.”
Pause.
Pete: “Happy now!”

* * *

Yet another bedtime.

This time, I am utterly exhausted and start to weep in front of the boys.

Angus: “Why are you crying mummy? Is it because it’s hard to be a mum?”

* * *

It is Sunday morning. Whilst rushing to get the boys to church, I forget to put the car into the right gear. Upon explaining this to Angus…

“Mummy, next time can you put the car in the right gear before you start? Daddy always puts the car in the right gear, doesn’t he? Mummy, next time I will remind you to put the car in the right gear.”

* * *

It is after bathtime. I am negotiating with Pete, insisting that he put his clothes on before he gets to play with his blue blocks.

Pete: “No, block give first.”

* * *

It is afternoon tea time, and the boys have just had mashed banana. As usual, Jamie refuses to let anyone feed him. Ten or so minutes later…

Jamie: ‘Banana all over my shirt’.

* * *

It is well after lights out, but I can still hear talking and laughter from Angus and Pete’s room. They have already been warned.

Me (storming in): “Right, who will I put in the naughty garage?”
Pete: “Not me!”

* * *

We are driving to Dee Why for our weekly picnic dinner. As soon as we turn onto the main strip of road:

Jamie: “Dee Why!”

Later, we drive by Officeworks so that I can pick up some photo paper. As soon as we pull up at the building:

Jamie: “Office work!”

* * *

In a rare moment of silence, Pete manages to get out his longest sentence to date:

Pete: “Daddy, daddy, tell you something….. Our big car, our big car is a Range Rover. Pa told me, our big car goes on dirt.”
Rick: “Well done, Pete, that’s really great speaking little guy. Well done!”
Angus: “Pete, our car is a Land Rover Discovery Defender. Not a Range Rover.”

* * *

It is a weekday, and Rick is working in his office. I’m catching up on some emails while the boys watch their morning dose of Play School. Suddenly, I hear a little person beside me:

Jamie: “Daddy do work! Mummy do work!”

* * *

In the car one day on the way to the shops:

Angus: “You know how Grandpa falls asleep whenever he sits down? That’s a bit funny, isn’t it? I wish I could do that.”

* * *

It is playtime in the morning. I’ve taken out some kitchen and cooking toys, and the boys are happily busying about making dinner and packing picnics. Suddenly, Pete and Jamie start fighting over the wooden eggs. Before I have the chance to intervene:

Angus: “Gus will sort this out. Who had the eggs first?”
Pete and Jamie (simultaneously): “Me!”
Angus: “No, Jamie had the eggs first. You need to give the eggs back to Jamie.”
Pete: “No!”
Jamie: “Yes!”

And such is life in the Mason household.

You can read more of our conversations here.

It is morning. The boys have had breakfast and I’m hanging out with them in the playroom. Suddenly, I smell something suspicious coming from Pete’s direction.

Me: “Have you done a poo?”
Pete: “Yes!”
Me: “Do you want daddy to change it?”
Pete: “Mummy!”
Me: “Daddy?”
Pete: “Mummy!”

* * *

It is dinnertime, and the boys are eating dinner. (Kind of.)

Angus: “I will miss you guys when I’m thirty-two.”
Daddy: “Why?”
Angus: “Because I won’t live with you guys anymore.”
Daddy: “Well, I hope you’ll come to visit.”
Angus: “I will visit, daddy. I will visit you guys wherever you live.”

* * *

It is afternoon tea time, and Jamie is snacking on his favourite fruit.

Me: “Do you put your banana in your ears, Jamie?”
Jamie: “Nooooo!”
Me: “Do you put your banana in your hair?”
Jamie: “Nooooo!”
Me: “Do you put your banana in your mouth?”
Jamie: “Yes!”

* * *

It is Cameron’s anniversary. We are driving to the Memorial Gardens, and I can hear Angus explaining things to Pete in the back.

Angus: “Cameron is in heaven, Pete.”

Later, while we’re at the gardens…

Angus: “Lots of people are here. It’s really sad that they died.”

* * *

My belly is peeking out from under my top one day. Angus, of course, spots this.

Angus (pointing to my tummy): “There’s a bit of a gap there.”

* * *

It is evening, and again the topic of conversation is fruit:

Angus: “Why are oranges called oranges?”
Me: “Because they’re orange!”
Angus: “But apples are red, and they’re called apples!”
Me: “Good question. Ask daddy.”

* * *

It is bathtime for the boys. I walk into the bathroom to find water poured all over the floor. I know already that Jamie is the cheeky culprit, but I ask the question anyway.

Mummy: “Who poured water onto the floor!?”
Pete: “Pete!”
Angus: “Jamie!”
Jamie: “Gus!”

* * *

It is dinnertime and Angus has been firing questions at me non-stop. My head feels like it is going to explode.

Me: “Gus, don’t talk to me for ten seconds, please!”
Angus: “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten….”

* * *

It is morning, and Rick is away at a conference. I’m still lying in bed with my blindfolds on, but I can hear Angus and Pete sneaking in and pottering about.

Pete: “Daddy?”
Angus: “Daddy is at a conference, Pete.”
Pete: “Why?”
Pause.
Angus: “Maybe because daddy’s watching movies at the conference.”
Pete: “Oh….. okay!”

You can read more of our conversations here.