Foxes Have Swords!
Kids have a very strange view of the world. The other night I was tucking Sausage into bed, and as I stroked his hair out of his eyes, he looked up at me and said what sounded like ‘Foxes have toes mummy’. I agreed, and said ‘Yes, foxes do have toes, if they didn’t have them they’d fall over’. (I think you have to pronounce toes with a northern accent to get this one by the way)
He looked at me, frowned and did the ‘Mummy’s a nutter’ expression and continued with ‘Foxes are dangerous!’ Something clicked and then I realised he meant ‘Foxes have swords!’ Recently he’s been running around the house with a plastic sword a lot. I think he may have been hunting for foxes.
As he closed his eyes, he muttered at least three or four times ‘I got a sword!’. We can all sleep safely in the knowledge that Sausage is going to keep us all safe from dangerous foxes with swords – phew! Thank goodness for that.