A conversation in our house this week...
O: Mummy, what colour do you think Easter is?
Me: Well, yellow I think. All the Easter chicks and the daffodils...
O: (cutting in) Mummy, daffodils are not Easter. Anyway, I think it's brown.
Me: Oh, OK...
O: For the Cross and for the crown of thorns...
Me: (eagerly) And the chocolate eggs
O: (with a look of haughty and pitying disdain): Mummy, I am talking about the TRUE meaning of Easter...
Me: Oh, right. Sorry about that....
I was definitely put in my place....
That taught you! He's obviously been listening to something, somewhere. Can't wait to hear what he says about Christmas!
ReplyDeletelol the true meaning of easter is absolutely stuffing one's face with chocolate!
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