A parrot is no patch. I swear! Little man C talks non-stop. All. The. Time. So much so that Little man L is only now really starting to find his voice, because he never got a word in. He also has this little habit of saying: Jy mag... (You may...) for everything he asks you for. Like, you may give me juice etc.
So yesterday I went for the facial Hunter booked for me. When I got home the kids were all asleep, but I was without make-up and my skin possibly slightly redder than usual. When Little man C woke up, he sat on my lap. This was the conversation:
Mamma, was jy by Tannie Crystal? (Mommy were you at Auntie Crystal?)
Ja liefie(Yes my love)
Het sy jou gesiggie reggemaak? (Did she fix your face?)
Ja liefie (Yes love)
Het sy dit met 'n hammer reggemaak? (Did she fix it with a hammer?)
Hunter and I was absolutely hysterical - I really did not know that I looked that bad and I needed so much work!