Wast night at 3am...
Me: Meow!
Mummy: zzzz...what? what?
Me: It's hot.
Mummy: What's the matter?
Me: I can't get to sweep, the weather's too hot!
Mummy: What's wrong?
Me: I'm bored. And I can't sweep. Get up and talk to me.
Mummy: You ok? What's the matter?
Me: Get up now and give me mine fishy goodness! I can't sweep and now I feel hungwy!
Mummy: It's 3am. What's wrong?
Me: (jumps off bed and started singing at the door)
Mummy: What do you want??
Me: (sings) Get up get up you wazy Mummy! Come give me mine fishy goodness! Or some Temptations might be nice too. And I saw BBQ pork on the dining table. A piece of that is gweat too. Get up get up get up!!!
Mummy: Why? What is the matter?
Me: (jumps onto bed again) Pway with me! I'm bored!
Mummy: Anything wrong?
Me: YES! I'm bored and hungwy! And the heat's kiwwing me! Get up before the heat kills you too! MUMMY GET UP!!!!
Mummy: Ugggghhh....What's wrong?
Me: Get up, Mummy, you see the moon? Sing with me! Where's mine stwing? I want to kill it! Oh, maybe I should pway percussion with mine nice box. Any fishy goodness for me Mummy?
Mummy: SHUT UP!
Me: (jumps off bed while singing lustily at the same time) Get up get up....it's too hot to sweep. Get up and sing with me!
Mummy: Will you please SHUT UP?
Me: (jumps onto bed and curl up next to Mummy again) sigh...I'm bored.
That's intewwigent conversation for you.
Sigh....sometimes we've got to be weawwy patient with our beans. Sigh....
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