Both of these come from bath and bedtime last night.

We were both giving The Boy his bath, and he was merrily playing with his toys while I was telling Mr. TheBoyandMe about a situation at work. When he fell over for the third time, with a mild splash, we looked to see what he was doing. The Boy was performing some extremely energetic yoga position which consisted of him looking at the sole of his foot. We asked him what he was doing. He looked at us quite worriedly and said, "Mummy, daddy, look look! My feets are wrong!"

I looked at his foot and it was fine, apart from extremely waterlogged. Explaining that it was because his feet were wet and that hands and feet went wrinkly in the water, he then checked his other foot and spent the next three minutes trying to keep his feet out of the water complaining because "my feets are all brinkly!"

Once he'd got dried and dressed in his pyjamas, he ran out onto the landing to call down to me for his bedtime drink of milk. I was particularly organised and had already passed it up through the spindles onto the landing. He stopped in his tracks and shouted, "Wowsers!"

He makes me laugh.