The other night, this wee bit of conversation had me howling with laughter…
She: You have loved mummy for a long time, right?
He: Yes! A long time.
She: Did it happen when that, um… you know, that baby? With the wings? It shot you in the back with a love arrow, right?
Me: *laughing my guts out* Ava Scarlett! That baby is a cherub called Cupid… and it doesn’t shoot you in the back. Wow!
She: *smiling* Oh. It shoots you in the neck? *eyebrows high*
Me: Oh my god, girl. *laughing*
He: No, the arrow hits you in the heart. *taps chest* That’s the spot.
She: Oh. *disappointed* That can’t feel very good.
Well, at least she’s in no hurry… *snort*