Conversations with two and a half year olds.

Me: 'Georgie, Porgie, pudding and pie. Kissed the girls and made them cry. When the boys came out to play. Georgie Porgie ran away'.

Tom: 'Why they cry mumma?'

Me: 'Who, the girls?'

Tom: 'Yes, mumma.'

Me: 'They didn't want to be kissed by Georgie Porgie, mate.'

Tom: 'Oh.'

momentary silence.

Tom: 'Mumma?'

Me: 'Yes, Tom.'

Tom: 'Is it still oday for me to kiss you?'