The benefits of remarriage...

We had been talking about coronations since the two elder girls are infatuated with Disney's Frozen:

D (5-years old): "The only way you'll become a king is to marry a queen."
Daddy: "Yes. Or a princess that's about to become a queen. But I don't think I have time to do that - I'm quite busy being married to Mammy."
D (over her shoulder, and in a tone that indicated I really should have thought of this before her): "Remarry!"

...so that's me (and my wife) told then, I guess...

D (5-year old): "Can I tell you a joke? Mammy thinks it's a bit funny."
Daddy: "Sure."
D: "Where do people keep their cars?"
Daddy (playing along): "I don't know. Where do people keep their cars?"
D: "On their car insurance!"
Mammy (leaving the room, laughing at the look on Daddy's face): "She heard it on the radio earlier and has remembered it wrong."
D (pointedly to Daddy): "I don't even know what car insurance is!!!"

Fail!!

Heard through the door....

D: "Are you a fail?"
C: "What does that mean?"
D: "It is a different type of Dead. If Caolán was grown up and he was a spy and killed you then you would be failed."

Peppa Pig!

We are used to having 2 bossy big girls but yesterday the 16 month old said "Daddy,google Peppa Pig" he is a boy of few words but knows what he wants!!

Shelves of stones

D (5-years old): "I also like stones. I have brought shelves of stones."

I have no idea what the context for this is, sorry. Not a clue. None.

Daddy the Elephant

ooh an open laptop logged in to blogger....
Lets have a C (3-year old) song to celebrate:

To the tune of Nelly the Elephant:
C: "Daddy the elephant packed his bags and said good bye to the circus,
And off he went with a grumpity grump, grump - grump - grump.

Mr. Smee

After a particularly intricate conversation regarding Jake and the Neverland Pirates, Captain Hook being naughty and Mr. Smee removing the "tail skin" from a bird, before the bird flew away:

C (3-years old): "I wish you were Mr. Smee, Daddy."
Daddy (slightly confused): "Why is that?"
C: "Because you're a boy."
Daddy: "If I were Mr. Smee, I'd have to be naughty. Is Daddy naughty*?"
C (pausing to think deeply on this question, then responding with absolute certainty): "Yes!"

That's me told then.

* I sometimes refer to myself in the third person for dramatic effect, particularly when trying to establish whether I've been naughty or not.