in the middle of our street

Over brunch today,

“Mama, if you burnt potato waffles, and served them to a blind man, would he be able to tell?”

Over breakfast today, Finn asked why it is that Penguins don’t “deep freeze”. We agreed that’s a question best answered by a qualified professional so he’s off to school to ask Mrs Newman, his science teacher.

This morning, bleary eyed in bed:

“You know what I want mum? I want a really really really long tail. A tail so long that when I fall asleep at night, I could bite the end of it, and then I would fall asleep and then it would take all night for the pain to travel up to my brain so it would wake me up in the morning like an alarm clock. Perfect.”

I’ve had loads like this recently…

“Mama, how fast do your eyes move?”