"Muuum, why did Crikey die?"..."He was swimming above a sting ray and he got it's stinger called a barb into his heart"..."Yeah, duh, I know mum...but why did he die?"..."Because his heart stopped pumping"..."Well, is he in your hostable (hospital) ?".."No, he is in the ground"..."Oh, I wanted to save him for Bindi..I like Bindi...maybe we can get her a new Steve Irwin for a dad".
Next stop was the toilet, whilst I was changing her into her new rainbow colored dress we just brought her, she asks, "Why did Elvis die mummy?"..."Because he took drugs Mia"..."Well, he should have taken one drug not five then"...."No Mia, one drug can kill you..drugs kill you"...."Oh, well he was silly mum".
By the by, my other half answered the door tonight and paid $10 for me to go to the local gymnasium for a whole month's trial. That along with my 30 minute workouts every other day should do the trick. Ain't love grand??