My Mummy’s a funny one.
She has a very strange sense of humour.
I don’t think anything particularly funny has happened this week though,
so she’s insisted on adding this story to my blog and linking it up with
Actually Mummy’s Wot So Funee? meme. I
guess you’ll be the judge, lovely readers.
So, it goes like this; Mummy was putting me to bed, I was
tucked up, lights were out, and Mummy was sitting on the end of my bed, as she
sometimes does for a while until I run out of reasons why she should stay.
CB: “Am I a good girl, Mummy?”
Mummy: “Yes, darling.
And you’re clever, and beautiful, and kind.”
CB (after a pause): “I’m happy, Mummy.”
Mummy: “I’m glad you’re happy! That makes me happy because I love you very
much.”
CB: “And I love Jake!”
Apparently there was a dejected look from Mummy who was
expecting a ‘moment’ or at the very least that I would substitute Jake for her,
but I just wasn’t feeling it. Jake is a
lovely boy I know from nursery. Even
Mummy likes him.
You can read other people’s funny stories over at
Actually Mummy here.
CB x
