Flying toilets

Partly because the toilet roll dispenser is a bit of a reach from our toilet, and partly because it's easier (for her), Ember still calls for mummy and/or daddy's assistance when she's done on the toilet. She manages on her own at school, so I suspect it's mostly about habit and convenience at home! Anyway, yesterday was rather funny...

Em: Mummy! Come and wipe me!

Me: ok, coming. 

Em: no, wait, don't come yet.

Me: ok.

Quiet for a few minutes.

Me: are you ok? What are you doing?

Em: I'm ok. I'm just waiting in case the toilet flies me away somewhere.

Me: you're what?

Em: I wished the the toilet might fly me away somewhere!

Me: you'd better hope it doesn't; that might get a bit messy!

We did read a little bit of The Wishing Chair a while back, before going back to The Faraway Tree, so perhaps that's where it's come from.  I don't think that "The Wishing toilet" would be quite so popular a tale...

Squiggle bum

Ember decided she needed to sit on me this evening. Like most five-year-olds she can't sit still for more than 2 seconds so she was quickly squiggling around all over the place. She must have hit an awkward angle or something because she suddenly said:

Em: ouch! Ow!

Me: What?

Em: Keep your hurtings to yourself!

Me: I'm not moving; you're the one squiggling around on my lap.

Em: Well move your lap! Ow!