Lauca: Mummy, Daddy, my toilet is a little bit dusty.
Me: Really?
Lauca: Mummy, come with me, I’ll show you.
Me: Um ok.
Lauca: See dirt, dirt and here is dirt too.
Me examining what is to be fair, the floor of a pretty clean toilet.
Lauca: See?
Me: Hmm. Show your father, I think he needs to experience this moment.
Lauca: Daddy, come with me, I have to show you something.
(Repeat of above).
Him: I’ll speak to the cleaning staff
(He is our chief toilet cleaner).
Me: Isn’t that a strange thing, to be told off for dust in the toilet by your three year old? Where does she get that from?
Him: Are you kidding me? Her mother. You both think you live at The Plaza.
Him: “Eloise, room service is here”. I made lunch for you.
Lauca: Ooooh I absolutely love room service. (A very well-timed direct quote from Eloise).
Funniest ever use of Eloise. I wish, oh how I wish, I could love room service.
Hee!
I’m sure I could learn to love room service, given half a chance.
Our kid picks things up and says “away” and “sink”. The Bloke has Been Told.
If cleaning staff lived here they would quit.
My four year old could point out the streaks of hair dye next to bathroom sink left by visiting 18 year old goth princess daughter and friends, or the stinky teenage boy reek from room next to bathroom, or kitchen table totally obscured by holiday craft….
but she would prefer to try out the window washing squeegee on the kitchen mirror (put on kitchen wall so her toddler self could have a dance partner.)
oops… large puddle of water on floor. Staff????