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.