On Friday we went to a family fun night at Megans brownie pack.
There was a stall selling teddies.
Megan and Ben both wanted to buy one each and for 20p, how could I refuse? (Just to add to the other 6 million we already have.)
Ben got an otter. Before bed last night, after his bath, he sat on the floor, hands over eyes, saying, "where's my knocker? Want my knocker. My knockers lost!"
Very dramatic my son!
It took me, I'm not exaggerating, 10 minutes to work out what he meant.
My knocker is my otter!!!
You got it straight away didn't you?!