Butt Holes and Oat Trees? Time for a Funee!

Being a parent is an extremely surreal experience, something that I am increasingly aware of as I write this blog. Saturday morning was no exception.

We were rushing around as both boys had football matches and A was off to Granny's house for the morning. I had managed to get A dressed after a heated debate about what would go with her new sparkly cardigan from H&M. She has only had this cardigan forms couple of days and she loves it. So we finally agree on something and on goes the cardigan.

I move onto the job of pinning her brothers down and forcing them kicking and screaming out of their 'onesies' which they would quite honestly wear all the time, if I let them and A was getting cross and shouting "BUTT HOLES" at the top of her voice.

Now, whilst I wasn't overly happy at her choice of vocabulary, it came as no great surprise to me as her brothers favour the word "butt" thanks to the American kids programmes that they watch and so I told her that she really shouldn't say that.

This made it worse and she got really agitated and was quite literally screaming "BUTT HOLES" at the top of her two year old lungs.

My next reaction was to get cross with her brothers, telling them that it was all their fault that A was using this sort of language and tried to calm A down. She was not going to calm down and then I noticed that as she was saying "butt holes", she was tugging at the front of her cardigan. It turns out that BUTT HOLES meant button hole and she was agitated as she wanted me to do it up. I did and normal service resumed for a while.

A little later, we were all sitting down and eating porridge, a weekend tradition and L was telling us how much he loves porridge and how he would like to have it every day. In fact, so much so, he was going to buy a cow and plant an 'oat tree' so that he could have a ready supply. "An oat tree?" I asked him. He assured me that yes porridge oats definitely grew on an oat tree and he was going to plant some oats and grow one.