Arthur walks in clutching a bowl of mini eggs…
Mummy: Ooo! Are they yours or mine?
Arthur: *Looks thoughtful* Mummy’s. *holds out bowl*
Mummy: Mine? Yummy! *reaches for bowl*
Arthur: NO! MINE! *stuffs all the eggs in his mouth at once looking mortified and runs away*
A song was playing in the car, the main refrain of which was ‘Quack, quack, quack.’ Tori has been snorting like a pig throughout…
Mummy: You do realise that song was about ducks, not pigs?
Tori: Yeah, but I can’t say quack.
Tori: Mummy! I’ve run out of toilet roll ’cause Arthur ate the rest.