What's that Skippy? Jimmy's fallen down the well?!

This morning Bax and I skipped outta bed and made some porridge very happily while those lazy Barrons were sleeping. We sat in the kitchn together stirring in the milk and adding feijoas straight from our garden. Although Bax isn't so sure about Feijoas and mad me promise to scoop them out of his bowl once the poppige was cooked. He calls the microwave "the little window" - although he says "Liddle Linlow"

He was chatting away and then he suddenly said very brightly "What Fwek?"

I asked him to say it again because I didn't know what he meant "What Fwek? What Fwek?"

I still didn't get it. I said "What do you want sweetheart - I don't understand"

What Fwek What Fwek" he started getting very frustrated with me and then burst into tears - big heavy spolts dropped onto the counter top "What Fewk! " He yelled - and then "Please"

Still I had no idea.

"What Fwek" "Dada said Please!" he yelled

I gave him a big cuddle as he gulped "What Fwek!!" Please Mummy, need Fwek"

And then i got it...

We'd got a DVD out in the weekend and we'd all sat down on the rainy sunday afternoon to watch it - we'd laughed and laughed at the monster and the three little pigs and the pretty princess and Daddy doing funny dances to the songs.

Bax wanted to revisit the moment.

That's why he'd asked again and again, in his nicest voice, he'd even remembered to say please, and I hadn't got it.. til now...

"Watch Shrek!"

And he did, after breakfast, sitting on his fireman pillow.

And later at the supermarket when G bumped into Nikau's Mummy, Holly, Bax growled and roared at her saying he was "Liddle Fwek" And Holly said to G "We should get our boys together so they can roar at eachother!"