Sometimes conversations with my son have unexpected results. Like last week, when he suddenly refused his lunch of noodles. Connor LOVES noodles. For him to refuse noodles is like for me to refuse drooling at Daniel Craig.
"Why don't you want your noodles?"
"Don't want."
"You said you wanted noodles! You said you were hungry! Why aren't you hungry now?"
"Because I farted."
Connor 1, Mummy 0.
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