Well, that was weird. Twice in the past two weeks the Boy and Girl have managed to verbally back me into a corner. Then tonight... Well, we'll come to that in a moment.
First of all was the Boy, who came out with this nugget about Armistice Day;
"So you're saying that a lot of soldiers died so that we're free to say whatever we want, and to remember them we're not allowed to speak for two minutes? Well that makes sense."
Then, in an effort to get the Girl to call me Fiona again, I asked her in front of some friends;
"Girl, if you were a dog, and I was the person that owned you, what would you call me?"
*As if to an imbecile* "Woof."
Well, that told me.
So just as I'm starting to think the Kids are becoming rational little people, we come to that point on a Friday when they're both tired and emotional. As they were getting changed into their pyjamas the Girl - up until this point quite cheery - suddenly burst into tears.
"What's the matter Girl?"
"I'm going to miss you when you're dead!"
"Whu-? You what?"
"Your going to die in a hundred years and I'm going to miss you! "
"I'm not going to love for another hundred years, Girl..."
"Well, that was the wrong thing to say, eh, Boy? WHY ARE YOU CRYING? "
"Because you're going to die soon!"
I mean honestly, what the hell?