This morning while ds was having his breakfast i was washing up at the sink thinking my thoughts.
DS had his spoon in one hand, tucking into his weetabix, and his toy drill in the other hand. APPARENTLY his breakfast bowl needed to be fixed with said drill on account of it bieng "brokened". (it wasnt but who am i to argue....?)
When suddenly ds let out a shrill cry...at full blast.....
"FATTY,FATTY,FATTY!"
Hm, completely horrified and shocked that even my 21 month old baby had noticed my slight weight gain (2stone 7lbs) i stood, mouth agape glaring at him.
It was then that i noticed him waving his toy drill in the air....shouting...
"BATTERY,BATTERY,BATTERY"
Apparently the battery was dead.
Oh.....i said in a relieved tone....and put down the rolling pin swinging from my white knuckled hand........