A Story: By Squeaky, Aged 3 3/4

Once upon a time there was an old Daddy called Mine.  Daddy was asleep and snoring and keeping Mummy awake.  Daddy's stinky socks decided to have an adventure to the woods.  The right sock said "I want to stay here."  The left sock said "You can stay here and I can stay in the woods, and don't come with me!"

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The Right sock sang like this "la la la la la" Then the left sock said "I want to go home" The right sock went round and round and round to think about it.  Then the socks went home and said to each other "Bye bye, sleep tight"  And they all lived happily ever after.

The End

(Story dictated by Squeaky in the car on the way home from school.  Lovingly transcribed for your enjoyment by yours truly)

Fee Fi Fo Fum!

I don't think it's directly a result of this year's CBeebies panto, as they didn't use the immortal line.  I suspect tonight's entertainment is probably courtesey of reading a more traditional version of Jack & The Beanstalk at nursery.

Tonight's bathtime, like much of our playtime at present was all about imaginary play.  "You be a mommy & I be a baby", and similar topics.  I had to be a dragon, a monster, and a giant, as well as the more typical doggy and ice cream man.  The giant was the important one for tonight's tale.

I have to be honest, I wasn't quite sure how to be a giant, so I had to ask for help.  Squeaky told me how to be a giant.  Apparently, I have to say "Fee Fo Fum, I can smell a bloody Englishman!" Innocent misunderstanding, you say?  Well, we live in the South Wales valleys, but both Daddy & I are English (which makes Squeaky English too, thank you very much!), and the 6 Nations rugby starts this weekend.

That's what I thought.

(And to anyone who says "She was born in Wales, so she's Welsh" my answer is "Jesus was born in a stable, doesn't make Him a donkey!")