My older daughter has a big thing right now for ‘being animals’ … about 20 times a day I get “Mummy, what sort of animal are you?” and I get to say whatever - bear, cat,lizard, weedy seadragon…
So this morning we’re all being crocodiles at breakfast - Mummy Crocodile, Daddy Crocodile and three little crocodiles. Rachel Crocodile and Julia Crocodile are eating their Weetbix, which is “fish swimming in a milk river” (because crocodiles don’t eat bix, they eat meat) and krill sugar on top (they’re saltwater crocs, ok? :)) and we start talking about this guy and how you can make crocodiles let go of you if they’re eating you by poking them in the eye…
Rachel: Why did the man poke the crocodile in the eye?
Dad: Because it was eating his wife.
Me: So if you ever see a crocodile eating someone in your family, you should poke it in the eye to make it let go
Julia: Poke-a eye! Poke-a eye!
Me: Yes, he was poking the crocodile in the eye.
Julia: Poke-a eye MUMMY!
Me: No, you should definitely not poke mummy in the eye
Rachel: Unless she is a mummy crocodile! And she is eating your sibling.
Dad: Hmmm…tasty Daniel…
Parents together: NOM NOM NOM NOM!
I’m happy to report our eyes still in our sockets however ![]()

