Had to share this little gem; husband had to leave before Ma Puce woke up this morning. She wasn’t very happy to discover this, so after she’d had her milk we put in a call to him.
“How are you?” said her dad.
“I still not very well” replied Ma Puce (both she and I have been suffering with a rather horrid throat / cold thing this week)
“Oh, what’s the matter with you?” enquired her dad.
“I’ve got a stinky brief” said Ma Puce, in the kind of knowledgeable way that only a little girl of two years and nine months can muster.
Now, I know that in spite of a horrid week of illness I am pretty much on top of the washing, so I can only think that a ‘stinky brief’ is a ‘stinking cold’.
I did ask Ma Puce, but she had taken mild offence at the fact I had tears of laughter (I know, I know, bad mummy, but it has been one of those weeks) running down my cheeks and refused to divulge.