Off for a walk again, and came home to the boys all piled in bed.
Couldn’t let them have all the fun, so jumped in for some cuddles, which, inevitably turned into a wrestling match. Such is the way of boys.
As would be completely expected in the midst of a wrestle, Godzilla turns to me and says “Mummy, do you remember when I was in your tummy? Did you eat me for breakfast?”
Ah, well that explains, possibly, how my breakfast fell out of my tummy.
Or not. I can’t tell with Godzilla.