Ds (4) came up to me in the garden. He stood there and said, 'I'm your husband'. (I don't have a partner)
I said, 'Oh, lovely', and he stood there proudly with hands on hips, tummy stuck out, and in this funny deep little voice, he said, 'Well, now, Dear. What would you like for breakfast?'
I couldn't help laughing but did calm down and asked for fried eggs on toast, which he duly made me from leaves and daisies.
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'I'm a great husband aren't I mummy?'
'Perfect, love. Perfect.'