Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Phoebe can manage

Phoebe and I were in the garden when she decided to pop back into the house. She stuck her head through the open door and said something about going to the toilet.

Me: Oh, you're going to the toilet are you?
Phoebe: Yep.
Me: Do you want Mammy to come and help you?
Phoebe: No, Phoebe can manage.

[Shuts door and wanders off. Doesn't actually go to toilet though.]

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