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....