Big Daughter had a desire to mention her father this evening. Dialogue from the last hour: Eating our 4 Boerwurst for dinner, enough for one each. 3 year old: "Mummy, Mitch Thoms got sore feet 'cause he went for a walk." Mummy: "Oh, wasn't Daddy wearing any shoes?" 3 year old: No he was wearing gumboots. And he wears jandals too!" Doing our 2 minutes of teeth, cheek and tongue cleaning. Mummy: "How old is my Claw?" 3 year old: "3" Mummy: " How old is my Auriana Louisia?" 2 year old: "2" Mummy: "And how old is Mummy Staci?" 3 year old: "22. And Mitch Thoms is 21." Mummy: "Yes babe, that's correct." In bed reading our nightly stories. 3 year old: "Does Nanna like 'Oh man!'?" Mummy: "Yes nanna likes 'oh man!'." 3 year old: "Daddy doesn't like to say 'oh man!'." Mummy: "Oh really? What does Daddy say then" 3 year old: "Fuck. But Daddy shouldn't say 'fuck', he should say oh dear." Mummy: "Well adults can say 'fuck'." 3 year old: "Just not the childrens." Mummy: " No children aren't allowed to say 'fuck' - only adults can say 'fuck'." 3 year old: "Oh man!" I love eventful weekends. Whoever said a party a day kept ya busy was correct. But shit i'm tired. Got some Fonterra goodness today and then the old black bitch and I went for a walk - she struggles these days. Poor dog. Right the little warm beings I call my children are catching some z's. I'm going to go catch me one. And jump on him. Then continue on with my research.