June 14, 2010

At the museum today, whilst gazing thoughtfully at dinosaur skeletons, Imogen came up with this gem. Her dad will LOOOOOOVE it.

Mummy, do you know how I know that my Dad is older than the dinosaurs? That's because the dinosaurs don't have all that grey hair that my Dad has.

June 11, 2010

5am. Imogen beside my bed: Mummy, is Grandad a real catch-fisher?

Me (looking for answer that will please her and send her back to bed, though having no clue what she's talking about): Yes.

Imogen: Oh good. Then tomorrow he can take me to Belize to buy a new ring!


She didnt' go back to bed. She crawled in with me and talked about her catch-fisher Grandad til I agreed to get up at 6am.

June 10, 2010

Imogen, calling out from the bathroom:

Mama, I need a little snack. If I have a cracker, it will help me squeeze the poo out.

June 9, 2010

I know what this library needs! Bumper boats!

June 8, 2010

When I was little, I used to have a penis. But it was so boring.

June 4, 2010

Mummy, Julius is going to send you to the madhouse. And also me too. I hope it's the one in Lost Angeles so we can go to Disneyland.

June 2, 2010

Me: Imogen, what do you want for dinner?

Imogen: Salad with spinach, roka (arugula/rocket,) orange tomatoes, apples, and oranges. And don't forget the balsamic.

Me: You want balsamic?!?

Imogen: I didn't say I want it; I said don't forget it. Why aren't you listening?