Fried Zucchini

-Molly, you’ll get your dessert once everyone’s finished eating their dinner.
-Sorry, Molly, I’ll be eating for one hundred and twenty days.

Great! I don’t need to prepare any food for neither Molly nor Benny for another four months.

Step-by-step guide on to how to stay sane when your young child wakes up at 4:34 at night

1. Tell him it’s night-time and that everyone’s sleeping and why is he awake at four thirty
2. Tell him no, it’s not eight and he can’t have any breakfast until it’s light outside
3. Suggest he goes back to his bed. Anticipate his screaming and quickly add that you could also sleep with him in the guestroom
4. Pretend you’re sleeping while he’s pulling your fingers and sticking his nails underneath your nails
5. Shout at him that you’re tired, in pain and that he needs to sleep (Shouting, followed by guilt, has a calming effect on the mother)
6. Try tickling his back following his complicated and elaborated instructions
7. Have him shout at you for having your eyes closed because “sleeping is boring”
8. Give up on life
9. Tell him to go downstairs and watch his tablet. Prove you’re a good mum by adding that he should cover himself with a blanket (Your job here is done.)
10. Forget you have children and go back to sleep. You have half an hour until the other child wakes up complaining she’s scared to be by herself in her bedroom and why is Benny not in his bed and why can Benny watch his tablet and no, she won’t get dressed because it’s not fair, mama!

Not fair indeed, child. Really not fair.

Even after ten years together, my husband still compliments me every day.

Yesterday he said: “You’re really excellent at humming that part of the song over and over and over again.”

He knows that making your partner feel special is the key to a successful relationship.

-I know that, mama!
-You know everything, Benny…
-I don’t know everything! I don’t know how to write the letter G… Oh, wait! I know how to write G.

That’s sorted – Benny knows everything.

Except, obviously, what sarcasm is.

Baking muffins with kids is so much fun!

In theory.

Benny can barely use his pushbike but he’s still genuinely surprised that the other cyclists are faster than him.

I hate it when I tell the kids not to touch something and they shout “I’m just looking” but they keep “looking” WITH THEIR FINGERS!!!

-Benny, I don’t like it when you do this! Stop licking my fingers!
-But I’m not licking them a lot!

Am I being the irrational one here?!

I was tucking the kids into bed, giving them a goodnight hug and a kiss when Benny said:
“Mama, smell my hand.”
“What? Uh. Why does it smell so bad?”
“I just put it up my bum.”
And then they both laughed at me.

I feel strangely proud that we’re raising a couple of weirdos.

“Your job is to wash dirty laundry, my job is to make dirty laundry.”

Benny’s description of our division of labour is spot on.