A conversation between plastic penguin Zippy (me) and a plastic lion (Fecklet, age three and a half).
Zippy: I’m a little scared of lions.
Lion: I don’t bite penguins.
Zippy: You don’t? Why do you have those big teeth?
Lion: If a tiger comes along and bites me, then I’ll bite him! And he’ll go away.
Zippy: You don’t bite penguins then?
Lion: No.
Zippy: Not even penguin feet? (puts foot in lion’s mouth)
Lion: No.
Zippy: Not even penguin wings? (puts wing in lion’s mouth)
Lion: No.
Zippy: I taste a little bit like chicken.
Lion: (look of consternation)
Lion: (pause)
Lion: I only bite tigers.
It is a great age.
Has he discovered the joys of being a Pie rat? Thanks to Richard Scarry, my eldest was convinced that pirates ate pie and therefore he had to have pie when he was a pie rat. His teddy bear also wore a pirate hat and had to have pie…it got rather messy.
LOL!
He loves being a pirate. He calls himself Captain Hoy and finds treasure all over the house. No pie, fortunately.
Aren’t little people great.
I asked my youngest if I could borrow one of her many handbags for London, her answer was no, because she didn’t want me to bring it back smelling of the queen.
Oh my God you’ve just made my whole family laugh with that one, Lara.
Love it, Julie. (And Lara’s youngest!)
My contribution: daughter, aged four. ‘I like that pony. It’s a girl.’ Me: How do you know? Daughter (giving me a pained look) : ‘Because she has long eyelashes.’
Aw! My sweet little Fecklet!