This morning, while in the shower the curtain was ripped to one side and there stood William, pj-clad, holding up one slippered foot. The conversation went like this:
W - Mommy, my foot is shaking. (He looked quite upset about this) See? (shook foot around)
me - Really? Like Mommy's hands.
W - Yes. It does that sometimes. (still looked quite sad and me trying hard not to smile)
me - That's ok.
W - Mmmm. (looking around shower and spotting toys) Do you want a boat or something?
me - Alright.
He went on to dumps boats and one red plastic teacup at my feet.
W - There, you can have a cup of tea. (said in his pseudo-Charlie & Lola accent)
And then he took off.
Very funny :)
ps - Rosie is almost crawling!!