Pob: When I'm a grown-up, I think I'll have two sisters and a brother.
Thalia: Do you mean daughters and....?
Pob [interrupting]: NO! I will have two sisters and a brother. And maybe the brother will be a daughter
Thalia: Will they be your children?
Pob: Yes
Thalia: Who will be their daddy?
Pob: I think he will grow in my tummy and come out and grow up and then he'll be a daddy. And then a Granny and a Grandpa will appear, and then a Grandma and a Grandad!
Pob: And when they are babies I'll feed them from my big boobs
Pob: That's what I'll do when I'm a grown up
*goggles*
*roars with mirth*
Posted by: Hairy Farmer Family | Saturday, 20 August 2011 at 12:13
That's fabulous. Go Pob.
Posted by: Sara | Sunday, 21 August 2011 at 00:32
That kind of logic is just fabulous!
Posted by: Lut C. | Sunday, 21 August 2011 at 20:05
You go Pob!
:)
Bea
Posted by: Bea | Wednesday, 24 August 2011 at 14:15