Finn: "Mummy, I would like some chipstocks."
Me: "Some what?"
Finn: "Some chipstocks....."
Me: "Hmmmmmm....," (desperately thinking what he could mean...what have we spoken about during the day...any clues...? anything....?) "I'm not sure what you mean Finn."
Finn: "CHIPSTOCKS Mummy..."(getting cross now at me for not understanding plain English as he would see it)
Me: Andy and I exchange a worried glance as we have no clue what he is talking about. "What would you do with chipstocks Finn?" I ask in a non inflammatory way.
Finn: "Eat noodles" he replies in a tone which infers what cretins he thinks we are.
Me & Andy in Unison: "Aaaaaahhhhhhh, chopsticks Finn."
Finn: "Yes chopsticks." Said in a manner that we know means, yes that is what I said.
Laugh and laugh. For days as we remembered that little conversation.
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