Driving home from mum's one night, DS (5) all of a sudden said:
DS: Mummy, when we go to Barbados, can we visit Simon?
Me: Who?
DS: You know, Simon!
Me: Honey, I don't know who you are talking about. We don't know any Simons in Barbados
DS: (getting very frustrated with me) SIMON! You know, from X Factor! Can we go and visit him?
He had overheard mum saying that Simon Cowell goes to Barbados every Christmas and is rather taken with him
Me: I don't think they'd let us in love.
DS: Why not? If we ask nicely they should do....
Bless.
On another occasion, again in the car, he pipes up with:
DS: Why don't they like P?
Me: (Somehow cottoning onto what he was going on about from that) Mosquitoes?
DS: Yes. Why do they like me, you, nanny and B, but not P?
Me: I don't know darling.
DS: But how do they know they don't like her if the haven't tried her? (Cue me trying not to burst out laughing)
Me: I don't know baby.
DS: (musing) They must be very clever to know they don't like her then...