I have loads from my twin DDs. All very outing, if you know me! Under 6 for all of these:
DH: You were the wrong way ‘round in bed this morning
DT1: That was so the worm didn’t spit at me
DT1: I’m writing a letter to hell. All of hell. I’m doing hell writing. To hell. Love from DT1.
Then a few minutes later...
DT1: This letter is for hell. I mean France.
DT2: I’m going to do a massive wee. It will be up to here (gesturing to ceiling). It will be a Christmas wee and I will put sparkly balls on it.
DT2: (playing with doll) I can’t find anything to dry her hair
DT1: (picks up toy gun) found something to dry her hair! (Shoots doll in head 3 times) All done!
DT2: I can’t make my doll sit down! (Dolls leg falls off)
DT1: that’s one way to make her sit down!
DT2: I can’t make my balloon float!
DT1: it won’t float. It hasn’t got comedian gas in it
Me: Shall we make Jurassic Park? (With play dough)
DT2: yeah!!
DT1: I’m gonna make a dead guy!
DH brought Little Anne home to prep for lesson at work. DT2 opens the bag and screams, “argh! There’s a dead human in there!”
DT1 also asked for a musical jewellery box, with a dancing ballerina in it. But instead of a ballerina, she wanted a dancing dinosaur. So my mum and uncle replaced a ballerina in one with a dinosaur for her 