Cousin ME:  ”Oohhh I’m sweating cobs.”

Charming right?  Nothing wrong with that.  And, when it’s cold she announces,

Miss ME:  ”Brrrr, I’m freezing cobs.”

Equally cute and kind of clever in a way right?

But…

BUT….

When she is tired,  or as she says, ’shattered’….it kind of has a different effect.

Snort.

I cannot wait for the day when she announces to her teacher,

Cousin ME:  ”Ohhh I’m ’shatting cobs Mrs Shively.  When’s break?”

Bad Auntie Jo

P.S.  A cob is a bread roll where I come from, just in case you wondered.

P.P.S   A Port Aventura post will winging it’s way to you soon.  I couldn’t blog while I was away as the wire I was given for my laptop was about as good as the vegetarian food, so I am on major catch up as well as having a ton of washing, ironing, tidying, cleaning and sleeping to do.  It was a fab place though and I’m sure I’ll go back.

Adios.   I must go to bed otherwise there may be a serious bread related mishap all over my floor.