Of words and peanut butter sandwiches

Godzilla is increasingly becoming interested in words and spelling and the like.

“What does that sign say, Mummy?’

“How do you spell ‘yellow traffic lights’, Mummy?”

And so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and … whoops. It goes for a while.

His favourite signs are the ones with an image in a big red circle, with a big red line through it. He takes great delight in informing me (and everyone else) what it means. So, out for a walk and we get ..

“That sign says ‘No. Cigarettes’, Mummy.”

“That sign says ‘No. Hands’, Mummy.” (I think it means no touching, but who am I to argue with a four year old.

“That sign says ‘No. Hamburgers’, Mummy.” (Again, no eating, possibly, but do I really know better?)

“That sign says ‘No. Esses’, Mummy. That means ‘don’t put your les casino en lignejeux casino pour le fungamme com jeules jeux de casinojeu casino gratuitsjeu de roulette en lignecode bonus sans depot casinojeu de hasardtournois poker onlinegagner poker internetjeux poker virtueltelecharger poker pour macle poker gratuites sans t

4 Replies to “Of words and peanut butter sandwiches”

  1. Ha ha! Big Sis is fascinated by those disabled parking signs which I took the time to explain to her one day – but unfortunately she now assesses the appropriateness of motorists using them, she calls out stuff like – “Hey Mum, that guys not in a wheelchair, why is he parking there?”

  2. Hi MC, as expected another good giggle from your family.

    Just thought I’d let you know, that “tag, your it!” I’ve tagged you for the “Food Porn Meme” ( http://possumchopsfood.blogspot.com/ ). I know underneath all that family life and hilarities, you are a foodie, so would love to hear what you have to say. 😉

    Cheers, Possumchops!

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