Bedtime Delaying Tactics

'What's big toe?' ds2 asked, waggling his foot under the duvet.'

'What do you mean "what's big toe?" '

'I mean, what's big toe.

'Big toe?'

'Yes! What's a big toe?

'What do you mean "what's a big toe?" '

'A big toe, what's it called?'

'Oh! Well. It's a big toe.'

'Yes, but what's it called?' He stuck his foot out of the duvet.

'It's called A BIG TOE'

'But doesn't it have another name?'

'Well. No. I don't think so.'

'Oh.'

'It's not like a thumb on a hand. It's just called A BIG TOE. Like, you know, your little toe.'

'So what's a little toe called?'

'Little toe. Just little toe. At least I think it is'

'Oh.'

Ds1 pipes up from the top bunk: 'Like a little finger.'

'Yes', I say, 'like a little finger.'

'But'- he continues'- there's also an index finger.'

'Er...yes. But toes don't have other names. They are just toes.'

'Oh. Right.' Ds2 pauses for a moment and sticks his foot back under the duvet. 'Mum?'

'Yes.'

'What are we doing tomorrow..?'

Ds2 wanted me to take a photo of him as the Statue of Liberty. And yes, that is an ice cream in his hand.

(Taken at our camping weekend in May)

Look how strong I am!