<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236</id><updated>2012-01-16T12:54:02.865Z</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='Liam'/><category term='Maeve'/><category term='Lorcan'/><category term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>[Small]talk</title><subtitle type='html'>The things little boys say</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-3221393113326843113</id><published>2010-01-21T11:50:00.012Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:15:56.882Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorcan'/><title type='text'>whispered wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/S1hAxsPbYQI/AAAAAAAAEUY/dTIJ-4vqNns/s1600-h/IMG_8070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429160573228769538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/S1hAxsPbYQI/AAAAAAAAEUY/dTIJ-4vqNns/s320/IMG_8070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life with our sweet 3 and-a-half year-old Lorcan just could not be more entertaining. He is full of chat, has already mastered the delicate art of sarcasm, does not like to be sermoned (recently interrupting one of my lectures with a casual: "yeah, yeah, mum... blah, blah") and, most of all, he just loves to make us laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately he's been doing a lot of staring pensively into the distance and then quietly pronouncing a new and special wish. It's not so much &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; he wishes for... it's &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; he says it: dead-pan serious, like he's having some sort of philosophical epiphany. Even when we burst out laughing, he just keeps staring off into the distance, all enthralled, imagining what it really would be like if his wish came true.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just some of the things Lorcan has been wishing for lately:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I wish it would rain popcorn”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I wish I could fly like my balloon”&lt;br /&gt;“I wish I could swim in ice-cream”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I wish I could sleep awake”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-3221393113326843113?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/3221393113326843113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=3221393113326843113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/3221393113326843113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/3221393113326843113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2010/01/whispered-wishes.html' title='whispered wishes'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/S1hAxsPbYQI/AAAAAAAAEUY/dTIJ-4vqNns/s72-c/IMG_8070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-9067447496429631739</id><published>2009-12-28T17:13:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:29:14.279Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorcan'/><title type='text'>monologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lorcan asks a lot of questions. He’s in data gathering mode right now, full systems go. Just like every other kid his age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the great thing about Lorcan is that sometimes he doesn’t even need you to answer his questions. He'll happily do it for you himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The trick is to pause slightly before you respond... and if he’s feeling inspired, he won't bother waiting for you to give him some banal, unimaginative, adult reply.... he will, instead, come out with an answer all of his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it's usually &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; more interesting than anything I could say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sitting on the loo five minutes ago, he came out with the following: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it getting dark, Mummy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, it is getting &lt;strong&gt;very dark&lt;/strong&gt;, Mummy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy? &lt;strong&gt;Why&lt;/strong&gt; is it getting very dark?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;tell you why it’s getting very dark, Mummy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the morning is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[whispering for dramatic effect:]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;starting to disappear&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Because you know, Mummy,... the morning &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;strong&gt;dark&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything&lt;/strong&gt; can disappear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339520841512722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SzjqE3XE9xI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/7CQi2vQlD8U/s320/IMG_6560.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* * * * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-9067447496429631739?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/9067447496429631739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=9067447496429631739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/9067447496429631739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/9067447496429631739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2009/12/monologue.html' title='monologue'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SzjqE3XE9xI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/7CQi2vQlD8U/s72-c/IMG_6560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-4546747927947063840</id><published>2009-12-21T17:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:01:42.193Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Sy-37d8jWaI/AAAAAAAAEUI/Vd0neQfsMeU/s1600-h/IMG_6207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417751109028764066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Sy-37d8jWaI/AAAAAAAAEUI/Vd0neQfsMeU/s320/IMG_6207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; When I grow up I'm going to be an ice-skater and a scientist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow! What kind of scientist are you going to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; The kind that invents things. I'm going to invent a way to make human beings fly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-4546747927947063840?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4546747927947063840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=4546747927947063840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4546747927947063840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4546747927947063840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2009/12/fly.html' title='fly'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Sy-37d8jWaI/AAAAAAAAEUI/Vd0neQfsMeU/s72-c/IMG_6207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-6684697121177835608</id><published>2009-12-21T17:50:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:58:05.058Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorcan'/><title type='text'>don't be long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Sy-2mOLyhlI/AAAAAAAAEUA/Xz0X5Swmkbs/s1600-h/IMG_6237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417749644508825170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Sy-2mOLyhlI/AAAAAAAAEUA/Xz0X5Swmkbs/s320/IMG_6237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorcan:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you going to pick up Malachy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorcan:&lt;/strong&gt; OK, but don’t be too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorcan:&lt;/strong&gt; No. Go fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; OK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorcan:&lt;/strong&gt; But... Don’t go &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; I won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorcan:&lt;/strong&gt; Actually... Go slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; Okaa&lt;em&gt;aaa&lt;/em&gt;y!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorcan:&lt;/strong&gt; Bye, bye, Daddy. You can be long, but &lt;em&gt;be careful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-6684697121177835608?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6684697121177835608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=6684697121177835608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6684697121177835608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6684697121177835608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-be-long.html' title='don&apos;t be long'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Sy-2mOLyhlI/AAAAAAAAEUA/Xz0X5Swmkbs/s72-c/IMG_6237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-7149924147479303363</id><published>2009-03-31T23:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:54:57.194+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>storybook life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SdKe8XqTL5I/AAAAAAAAD34/FUY3oq83G-g/s1600-h/IMG_7014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319488869858750354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SdKe8XqTL5I/AAAAAAAAD34/FUY3oq83G-g/s320/IMG_7014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you think we’re &lt;em&gt;in a story&lt;/em&gt;, Mummy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; I mean do you think maybe we’re in a story and somebody is reading us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I’ve never thought about that possibility…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, if we are, I hope they don’t close the book and squash us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-7149924147479303363?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/7149924147479303363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=7149924147479303363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7149924147479303363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7149924147479303363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2009/03/storybook-life.html' title='storybook life'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SdKe8XqTL5I/AAAAAAAAD34/FUY3oq83G-g/s72-c/IMG_7014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-3634227147126677445</id><published>2009-03-31T23:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:00:09.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>inventor no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; When I grow up I want to be a drummer. I used to want to be an inventor but then I realised I might die in the middle of one of my inventions-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-interrupting-&lt;/em&gt; Die???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, like in an explosion or something. And I don’t want to die, so I’m going to be a drummer instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319490081328015810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SdKgC4vFKcI/AAAAAAAAD4A/EaU4FJUjcoo/s320/IMG_5776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-3634227147126677445?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/3634227147126677445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=3634227147126677445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/3634227147126677445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/3634227147126677445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2009/03/liam-when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be.html' title='inventor no more'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SdKgC4vFKcI/AAAAAAAAD4A/EaU4FJUjcoo/s72-c/IMG_5776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-248688050439280260</id><published>2008-12-19T00:12:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:26:21.090Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>and i quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*quoted word for word from one of Liam's school assignments:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Story of Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love bread. It is very yummy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bread is made from wiete. Bread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is just so yummy that I wid eat it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rite now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281290222546926114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SUrpedanOiI/AAAAAAAAD0I/w4_bPCqnJd4/s400/IMG_1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-248688050439280260?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/248688050439280260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=248688050439280260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/248688050439280260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/248688050439280260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-i-quote.html' title='and i quote'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SUrpedanOiI/AAAAAAAAD0I/w4_bPCqnJd4/s72-c/IMG_1875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-1844043995130916853</id><published>2008-12-09T22:14:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:40:00.729Z</updated><title type='text'>santa rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/ST7y_n5LriI/AAAAAAAADyY/rQIgMHHfK0E/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277922988179303970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/ST7y_n5LriI/AAAAAAAADyY/rQIgMHHfK0E/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; You know Santa Claus used to be a &lt;em&gt;rock star!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, but then he wasn't able to be in a band any more so he had to think of something else to do. And &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; when he started doing &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; And giving presents to all the children?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/ST7xY8shQlI/AAAAAAAADyA/rCDb2MMPOuI/s1600-h/december08begins+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277921224236810834" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/ST7xY8shQlI/AAAAAAAADyA/rCDb2MMPOuI/s200/december08begins+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/ST7xYCU76JI/AAAAAAAADx4/Bt9W-FTy2EA/s200/december08begins+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/ST7xZCge0bI/AAAAAAAADyI/pBY7-wHq0tM/s1600-h/december08begins+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-1844043995130916853?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1844043995130916853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=1844043995130916853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/1844043995130916853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/1844043995130916853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-rocks.html' title='santa rocks'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/ST7y_n5LriI/AAAAAAAADyY/rQIgMHHfK0E/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-6199082109435249081</id><published>2008-11-21T16:34:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:40:25.109Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SSbjrNfA6BI/AAAAAAAACmk/uKknIDxq0mI/s1600-h/IMG_2932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271150745377368082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SSbjrNfA6BI/AAAAAAAACmk/uKknIDxq0mI/s400/IMG_2932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(while being tucked into bed the other night)...&lt;/em&gt; Mummy, I don't think I'm going to have any tantrums &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mummy just gives him a kiss and a smile and quietly thinks to herself: "at least his intentions are good..."&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-6199082109435249081?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6199082109435249081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=6199082109435249081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6199082109435249081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6199082109435249081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/11/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SSbjrNfA6BI/AAAAAAAACmk/uKknIDxq0mI/s72-c/IMG_2932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-840855510238747784</id><published>2008-11-21T10:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:37:27.313Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorcan'/><title type='text'>cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SSaPSszx2GI/AAAAAAAACmU/-tpPJgTgmiY/s1600-h/IMG_3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271057965312497762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SSaPSszx2GI/AAAAAAAACmU/-tpPJgTgmiY/s400/IMG_3140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorcan:&lt;/strong&gt; Daddy, I'm a cowboy and you are my horsey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-840855510238747784?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/840855510238747784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=840855510238747784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/840855510238747784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/840855510238747784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/11/cowboy.html' title='cowboy'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SSaPSszx2GI/AAAAAAAACmU/-tpPJgTgmiY/s72-c/IMG_3140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-5464245208078963374</id><published>2008-11-21T10:18:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:37:50.834Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>words *are* treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Today is Friday. That means it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Treat day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. But I was going to say: Friday is &lt;em&gt;spelling test&lt;/em&gt; day. And I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; spelling tests!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271056867932097330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SSaOS0v5yzI/AAAAAAAACmM/n9J9E-XE5EI/s400/IMG_3553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*He's not a geek. But he is a word-eating monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-5464245208078963374?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5464245208078963374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=5464245208078963374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5464245208078963374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5464245208078963374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-are-treats.html' title='words *are* treats'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SSaOS0v5yzI/AAAAAAAACmM/n9J9E-XE5EI/s72-c/IMG_3553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-4734152708099165584</id><published>2008-09-19T09:11:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:25:52.805+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>let 'em eat cake</title><content type='html'>We recently did some baking for a charity event in aid of a Dublin hospice. Malachy must have overheard me explaining to Liam what a "hospice" is, because later on that day, through a mouthful of red velvet chocolate cake, he declared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When people are dying... you just give them cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-4734152708099165584?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4734152708099165584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=4734152708099165584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4734152708099165584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4734152708099165584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-em-eat-cake.html' title='let &apos;em eat cake'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-1961554521387256441</id><published>2008-09-11T01:39:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T01:46:38.986+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>you know what i think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; You know what I think Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I think that everyone who's in a wheelchair is really a mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Like the character in your Superman comic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; I think that's a really beautiful idea, Liam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I know. And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; At first I thought it was just her, but now I think that it's all the people who are in wheelchairs... but they just keep it a secret. And when they get in the water they can swim... wow... they can swim better than... they can swim the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-1961554521387256441?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1961554521387256441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=1961554521387256441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/1961554521387256441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/1961554521387256441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-what-i-think.html' title='you know what i think?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-4105939488494744149</id><published>2008-05-09T10:26:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:51:43.018+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>marriage and babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SCQcVmfrMWI/AAAAAAAACgA/ySLzak68n10/s1600-h/P1130148.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SCQa82frMUI/AAAAAAAACfw/vwjgd8ot-kk/s1600-h/P1120798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198309502615236930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SCQa82frMUI/AAAAAAAACfw/vwjgd8ot-kk/s400/P1120798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I love you &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt;, Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; I love you &lt;em&gt;that much&lt;/em&gt; too, pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; When I grow up, I’m going to marry you, Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy: &lt;/strong&gt;No, Liam. I’ve told you this before… you can’t marry me because I’m &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; married to Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;Oh yeah. But if I can’t marry you, then &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; can I marry?... And if I can’t marry anyone, then &lt;em&gt;how will I get a baby?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Liam, you don't have to worry about having babies just yet... or getting married -or not- for that matter. And, anyway, if you do get married, it'll probably be to someone you don’t even know yet. It's not going to happen for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yeah because I have to be more than twenty, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Or thirty even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[tone of disbelief]&lt;/em&gt; Thirty?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;was nearly thirty-one when I married Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; [fits of laughter]&lt;/em&gt; Ha-ha-ha... thirty-one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't see what's so funny about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[pulls himself together]&lt;/em&gt; Oh, nothing! &lt;em&gt;[Pause]&lt;/em&gt; But Mummy, how do you know who you want to marry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; You just know because you fall in love with them and you want to stay with them. Anyway, maybe you won’t want to get married at all. And that's ok. Lots of people don’t get married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; But then how can I get a baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Well you don’t &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to get married to have a baby. You just need to be grown up and with someone you really love and who really loves you. And the two of you have to really want a baby, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;No, stop!... Actually. It’s ok, Mummy. Forget it!  If I can’t marry you, I’ll just wait till I’ve grown up and then I’ll travel around the world looking for the people who don’t want their babies, and I'll get them and take care of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[two minutes later]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198309515500138834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SCQa9mfrMVI/AAAAAAAACf4/mvdQPiCf0x8/s400/P1120640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy, when I grow up I'm going to marry YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, Malachy... you know you can't marry me... I'm you're Mummy and I'm already married to Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; OK. I'll marry Lorcan then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; You can't marry him either. He's your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; OK, then Liam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Um, Liam's your brother too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yeah. &lt;em&gt;[Pause] ...&lt;/em&gt;Well, Anna says she's going to marry Liam. Maybe I could marry Anna too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; ¿¿???!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-4105939488494744149?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4105939488494744149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=4105939488494744149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4105939488494744149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4105939488494744149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/05/marriage-and-babies.html' title='marriage and babies'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/SCQa82frMUI/AAAAAAAACfw/vwjgd8ot-kk/s72-c/P1120798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-1929058914134977289</id><published>2008-03-05T22:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:48:36.105Z</updated><title type='text'>me and my big mouth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lorcan is going to great lengths to try to start talking more coherently. He's currently into shouting a lot too. Seems to like the sounds of his own voice and enjoys experimenting with his registers (earplugs, anyone?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, he decided he needed to intervene in a fight between his two big brothers (yes, of course, they fight... they're brothers!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he yelled from the hallway into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Yes, love, I'm on my way",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he yelled persistently until I managed to get to his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Ee-am hitt-een Ma-ky... Ee-am hitt-een Ma-ky... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he repeated hysterically. (Translation: "Liam is hitting Malachy")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Why you naughty little telltale you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was my only thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174389243210589314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R88fmgMrZII/AAAAAAAACbo/WPDIBN_rmxQ/s400/P1100416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-1929058914134977289?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1929058914134977289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=1929058914134977289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/1929058914134977289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/1929058914134977289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-and-my-big-mouth.html' title='me and my big mouth!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R88fmgMrZII/AAAAAAAACbo/WPDIBN_rmxQ/s72-c/P1100416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-157827390239157542</id><published>2008-03-05T22:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:28:21.340Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>death, a reprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still intrigued by Liam's thoughts on death last night, this afternoon I decided to put the same question to him myself. To my surprise, he came up with a totally different answer this time:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Liam, what happens when you're dead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, you can either go to heaven... or you can become a ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh! And which would you prefer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm. I don't know. I haven't decided yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174387636892820594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R88eJAMrZHI/AAAAAAAACbg/vaEyn72eMvU/s320/P1100212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-157827390239157542?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/157827390239157542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=157827390239157542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/157827390239157542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/157827390239157542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-reprise.html' title='death, a reprise'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R88eJAMrZHI/AAAAAAAACbg/vaEyn72eMvU/s72-c/P1100212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-5170221238182362998</id><published>2008-03-05T10:34:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:47:46.908Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>relaxation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night before bed, we overheard the boys chatting:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Malachy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Liam, what happens when you're dead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You just lie down and close your eyes, like you're asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Malachy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But what happens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing! You just look like you're asleep. I think being dead is probably very... &lt;em&gt;relaxing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174205925416461410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R8544AMrZGI/AAAAAAAACbY/EvF3vjxAFlg/s320/P1100313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-5170221238182362998?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5170221238182362998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=5170221238182362998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5170221238182362998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5170221238182362998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/03/relaxation.html' title='relaxation?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R8544AMrZGI/AAAAAAAACbY/EvF3vjxAFlg/s72-c/P1100313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-4836196584109360273</id><published>2008-03-03T12:28:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:33:24.434Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>girl talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's nice to have a girl in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Because girls &lt;em&gt;talk cute&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wish I had a sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But you have brothers! I never had a sister either you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You didn't &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; a sister, but you &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; a sister!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-4836196584109360273?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4836196584109360273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=4836196584109360273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4836196584109360273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4836196584109360273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/03/girl-talk.html' title='girl talk'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-8779387059320908137</id><published>2008-03-01T09:43:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:59:33.535Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>but why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy, you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to me! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;¿¿??!!&lt;/strong&gt; What? No I didn't! What makes you think that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You said the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishbone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would make my wish come true!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, um... that's not &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; what I said, love. I said you can &lt;em&gt;make a wish&lt;/em&gt; on the wishbone if you win... but there's never any guarantee it's going to come true. Some things are just impossible... and anyway, I don't even know what you wished for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Malachy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[butting in enthusiastically]&lt;/em&gt; Huh! Liam wished for chocolate and we didn't get it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh! You never told me that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Because you said you have to keep your wishes a secret!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ah, yes, I did, didn't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, you did. And now&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I have no wish! &lt;em&gt;All&lt;/em&gt; I wished for was a chocolate bar for me and Malachy and Lorcan every afternoon... &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Is that &lt;em&gt;all?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* * * * *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172707733632292642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R8kmRw4RlyI/AAAAAAAACZQ/a_8BXe6yMZ0/s320/P1090804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172708695704966962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R8knJw4RlzI/AAAAAAAACZY/_9fV-Z2fpeM/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-8779387059320908137?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8779387059320908137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=8779387059320908137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/8779387059320908137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/8779387059320908137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/03/but-why.html' title='but why?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R8kmRw4RlyI/AAAAAAAACZQ/a_8BXe6yMZ0/s72-c/P1090804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-903797182201258104</id><published>2008-01-15T01:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:22:25.508Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorcan'/><title type='text'>because I'm a [small]talker too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R4wIuQF_UFI/AAAAAAAACIo/qxwuuqSK4PE/s1600-h/P1070365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155505264119468114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R4wIuQF_UFI/AAAAAAAACIo/qxwuuqSK4PE/s320/P1070365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the middle of January but I don't care, I still toddle around everywhere singing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dinda Bell, dinda bell, dinda all a-waaaaay"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, that's "jingle bells", of course! And I have a beautiful singing voice and excellent pitch, I'll have you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155505251234566210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R4wItgF_UEI/AAAAAAAACIg/kprU4wkQV2I/s320/P1070647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-903797182201258104?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/903797182201258104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=903797182201258104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/903797182201258104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/903797182201258104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/01/because-im-smalltalker-too.html' title='because I&apos;m a [small]talker too...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R4wIuQF_UFI/AAAAAAAACIo/qxwuuqSK4PE/s72-c/P1070365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-2181030971326345536</id><published>2008-01-15T00:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:02:26.834Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>when i don't know what to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R4wF8gF_UDI/AAAAAAAACIY/m9qNqQdmTFw/s1600-h/P1070597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155502210397720626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R4wF8gF_UDI/AAAAAAAACIY/m9qNqQdmTFw/s320/P1070597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What do you say when you don't know what to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well that depends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes when I don't know what to say, I say &lt;em&gt;"I love you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-2181030971326345536?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/2181030971326345536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=2181030971326345536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2181030971326345536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2181030971326345536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='when i don&apos;t know what to say...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R4wF8gF_UDI/AAAAAAAACIY/m9qNqQdmTFw/s72-c/P1070597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-6980138266940817201</id><published>2007-12-16T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:42:40.248Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>mental photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sitting on the loo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; You know, sometimes I take photos with my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh! And &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; do you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I just look at something and look at it... and look at it... and make it slow down really slow... and then I take a photo of it with my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; And &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; do you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; So that I can take it with me and remember it another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A while later in the kitchen...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; See! I just took a photo of you with my brain just then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Just now when you were taking out the yoghurt. Now I can keep that in my brain and look at it tomorrow when I'm at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; I think that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-6980138266940817201?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6980138266940817201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=6980138266940817201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6980138266940817201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6980138266940817201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/12/mental-photographs.html' title='mental photographs'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-7449578005231379543</id><published>2007-12-12T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:00:44.319Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R2Bkb4rEAdI/AAAAAAAABrU/JCPs_YUjiTA/s1600-h/P1010547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143221204689355218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R2Bkb4rEAdI/AAAAAAAABrU/JCPs_YUjiTA/s320/P1010547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After singing and story-telling Lorcan and Malachy to sleep tonight, Liam remained awake. I told him he should really be able to go to sleep by himself now and he agreed. So, I kissed him, told him I love him, bade him good night and made my exit. Seconds later, he was down the bunk bed ladder and behind me on the landing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Liam! Why did you get out of bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(upset) &lt;/em&gt;Mummy, I want you to stay with me. Come back and tell me another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You've already heard three songs and three stories. Your brothers are asleep. It's late. I'll bring you back to your bed and tuck you in, but then I have to go. I've got some work to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(tone of genuine desperation)&lt;/em&gt; No! Please no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Liam, what's wrong? Are you afraid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(tone of reluctance)&lt;/em&gt; I didn't want to tell you because it's a secret but, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But what are you afraid of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The nighttime. I'm afraid of the nighttime. And that's not the only secret. &lt;em&gt;(visibly nervous)&lt;/em&gt; There's another one. &lt;em&gt;(deadly serious)&lt;/em&gt; The second secret is that I'm just not a sleeping person, Mummy, I'm not... &lt;strong&gt;I'm just not a sleeping person&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not even tired so I think I'll come downstairs with you instead of staying in my bed. I'm just not going to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After guiding him gently back to his bed, rubbing his head, making him take five or six long, deep breaths and whispering a handfull of sweet nothings into his ear (i.e. less than 1 minute later), my sweet "non-sleeping" boy was fast asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-7449578005231379543?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/7449578005231379543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=7449578005231379543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7449578005231379543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7449578005231379543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/12/secrets.html' title='secrets'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R2Bkb4rEAdI/AAAAAAAABrU/JCPs_YUjiTA/s72-c/P1010547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-7027180105866212995</id><published>2007-11-18T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:57:58.977Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>inheritance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R0Cy-3fZUEI/AAAAAAAABc4/n8sUXtkSkno/s1600-h/P1030373.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R0Cy_XfZUFI/AAAAAAAABdA/OjapJNvjbrQ/s1600-h/P1030366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134300376909566034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R0Cy_XfZUFI/AAAAAAAABdA/OjapJNvjbrQ/s400/P1030366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Cutting Liam's nails, after bathtime tonight, only one nail left to go, he runs off to fool around with Malachy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Liam, come back! There's still one nail left to cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Okaaaaay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*He returns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Clip Clip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I never knew it took so long to do ONE nail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ha! Where did you get that sarcasm from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Liam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; From you, Mummy. I got it from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Come on, universe! He is only 5!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134300394089435250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R0CzAXfZUHI/AAAAAAAABdQ/edjCJKqPR-Q/s400/P1030386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-7027180105866212995?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/7027180105866212995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=7027180105866212995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7027180105866212995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7027180105866212995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/11/inheritance.html' title='inheritance'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/R0Cy_XfZUFI/AAAAAAAABdA/OjapJNvjbrQ/s72-c/P1030366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-1169974827306057482</id><published>2007-11-17T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:24:35.013Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>kissing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Rz75cHfZUDI/AAAAAAAABcw/_gLeWjcawKo/s1600-h/P1000258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133814886691328050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Rz75cHfZUDI/AAAAAAAABcw/_gLeWjcawKo/s400/P1000258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mummy, kissing you makes me tired"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-1169974827306057482?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1169974827306057482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=1169974827306057482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/1169974827306057482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/1169974827306057482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/11/kissing.html' title='kissing'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Rz75cHfZUDI/AAAAAAAABcw/_gLeWjcawKo/s72-c/P1000258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-4262230213877995339</id><published>2007-11-16T21:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:24:53.485Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>dancing shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Rz4KenfZT-I/AAAAAAAABcI/ZXt2xW96jaM/s1600-h/P1030341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133552146361962466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Rz4KenfZT-I/AAAAAAAABcI/ZXt2xW96jaM/s400/P1030341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"You know, Granny's going to buy me Irish dancing shoes so that I can dance in Irish"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-4262230213877995339?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4262230213877995339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=4262230213877995339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4262230213877995339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4262230213877995339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/11/dancing-shoes.html' title='dancing shoes'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Rz4KenfZT-I/AAAAAAAABcI/ZXt2xW96jaM/s72-c/P1030341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-2145867616441587324</id><published>2007-10-03T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:25:14.376Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Liam's first ever poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,&lt;br /&gt;Eating lots of bananas,&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think he put the skin?&lt;br /&gt;Into the king's pyjamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;by Liam&lt;br /&gt;aged 5 years, 1 month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-2145867616441587324?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/2145867616441587324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=2145867616441587324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2145867616441587324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2145867616441587324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/10/liams-first-ever-poem.html' title='Liam&apos;s first ever poem'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-7981275262041612510</id><published>2007-10-03T10:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:25:29.411Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>a poem by Liam, age 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a buzzy bee&lt;br /&gt;Buzzing around my nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And what do you think happened next?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I beg your pardon,&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were a garden"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;by Liam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aged 5 years, 1 month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-7981275262041612510?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/7981275262041612510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=7981275262041612510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7981275262041612510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7981275262041612510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/10/poem-by-liam-age-5.html' title='a poem by Liam, age 5'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-3387157401100441584</id><published>2007-07-23T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:25:49.439Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RqR2iEjV7yI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Uy7wWcO6rb0/s1600-h/PICT6080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090323806545112866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RqR2iEjV7yI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Uy7wWcO6rb0/s400/PICT6080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After telling him off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, if you love me, you should relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-3387157401100441584?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/3387157401100441584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=3387157401100441584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/3387157401100441584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/3387157401100441584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/07/relax.html' title='relax'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RqR2iEjV7yI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Uy7wWcO6rb0/s72-c/PICT6080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-6901022968109694650</id><published>2007-06-28T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:26:08.381Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maeve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>broken hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RoOV2GuGVYI/AAAAAAAAA9U/taH0g0Wsx04/s1600-h/PICT5265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081069561353491842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RoOV2GuGVYI/AAAAAAAAA9U/taH0g0Wsx04/s400/PICT5265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overheard yesterday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; If your heart breaks that means you’re old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maeve:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you still alive if your heart is broken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, you are… but you just get a little bit old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-6901022968109694650?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6901022968109694650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=6901022968109694650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6901022968109694650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6901022968109694650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/06/broken-hearts.html' title='broken hearts'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RoOV2GuGVYI/AAAAAAAAA9U/taH0g0Wsx04/s72-c/PICT5265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-4741785995162844677</id><published>2007-06-10T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:27:13.683Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maeve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>mummies and daddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Liam playing "house" with his friend Maeve...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maeve:&lt;/strong&gt; Come on, Liam! It's time to play now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; OKAAaay... But if we're going to do that baby thing with Malachy again, can I be the Mummy this time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074481499731894258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RmwuCcrPn_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/_2vYUONV-eI/s320/PICT5067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-4741785995162844677?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4741785995162844677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=4741785995162844677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4741785995162844677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4741785995162844677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/06/mummies-and-daddies.html' title='mummies and daddies'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RmwuCcrPn_I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/_2vYUONV-eI/s72-c/PICT5067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-6768160379676161046</id><published>2007-06-10T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:28:01.609Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><title type='text'>cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Watching a National Geographic documentary on the African Plains, after the bit about the love birds, Liam observes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, yeah... these love birds are very cute but they can bite your finger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-6768160379676161046?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6768160379676161046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=6768160379676161046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6768160379676161046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6768160379676161046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/06/cuteness.html' title='cuteness'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-7108845167821624922</id><published>2007-05-20T09:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:28:31.674Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malachy'/><title type='text'>forgetting again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Daddy's gone to Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, Daddy 'don 'a 'Lalona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; When are you going to Barcelona with Lorcan, Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; On Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; When Mummy goes to Barcelona, you and me will sleep in Granny's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; And we'll take Nemo and Bob &lt;em&gt;[the new goldfish] &lt;/em&gt;with us too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Liam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; And this time when you're all gone to Barcelona I think I'm going to forget the English words!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[See what I meant about &lt;a href="http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/awareness.html"&gt;awareness&lt;/a&gt;*]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-7108845167821624922?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/7108845167821624922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=7108845167821624922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7108845167821624922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7108845167821624922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/forget.html' title='forgetting again'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-2719030516044896738</id><published>2007-05-20T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T09:40:42.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I love you Mummy... more than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; I know you do, honey. Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; And if you went away, I wouldn't be able to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; You can love people even when they've gone away, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. Uncle Eric's gone away and we still love him, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes... but that's not YOU, Mummy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-2719030516044896738?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/2719030516044896738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=2719030516044896738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2719030516044896738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2719030516044896738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/away.html' title='away'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-2994817415035705551</id><published>2007-05-14T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:59:47.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Rkh7_BLsqPI/AAAAAAAAAqg/3ODKg27vosw/s1600-h/Mister6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064434103557597426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Rkh7_BLsqPI/AAAAAAAAAqg/3ODKg27vosw/s320/Mister6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liam and Malachy are really into the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrmen.com/site/flash/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Men and Little Misses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; books at the moment! This would explain what he said to me on way to school this morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy, you know if I could see one of those flowers that you blow now, I'd get it and blow it all away and then I'd make a wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, keep your eyes peeled, there might be one around here somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Thirty seconds later]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy, mummy, look! Here's one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Great! Don't forget to make a wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, oh, yeah... I wish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Stop, no! It should be a secret if you want it to come true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[squinting eyes up tight and whispering]&lt;/em&gt; I wish there could be a Mister Man here now...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Mummy pretends she didn't hear at thing]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; [looking all around]&lt;/em&gt; I can't see him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Can't see who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; The Mister Man in my wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; You wished for a Mister Man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes! But he isn't here yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; That's probably because he knows he wouldn't be allowed into school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yeah. Or maybe it's because he's &lt;a href="http://images.google.es/imgres?imgurl=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/cd/Mr._Forgetful.jpg/200px-Mr._Forgetful.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Forgetful&amp;amp;h=200&amp;w=200&amp;amp;sz=6&amp;hl=es&amp;amp;start=12&amp;tbnid=MWHl9b3BOUhTHM:&amp;amp;tbnh=104&amp;tbnw=104&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmr.%2Bforgetful%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Des%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Forgetful&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and he forgot!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064440120806779138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RkiBdRLsqQI/AAAAAAAAAqo/wr333FcIIXc/s400/542860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-2994817415035705551?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/2994817415035705551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=2994817415035705551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2994817415035705551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2994817415035705551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wish.html' title='i wish'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Rkh7_BLsqPI/AAAAAAAAAqg/3ODKg27vosw/s72-c/Mister6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-6900452504144269</id><published>2007-05-10T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:07:09.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;At the graveyard beside his Uncle Eric's grave:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Did he die here Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~When’s he going to be alive again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mummy, I don’t think he’s really dead. He just hurt his hand and the doctor is going to make him better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~When did he die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~When are you going to die, Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Will you wait until I’m a big man? And then wait until you’re really old and I’m really old before you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~You know Mummy, sometimes babies die. My friend T. told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mummy, tell me about all the people here who died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-6900452504144269?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6900452504144269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=6900452504144269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6900452504144269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6900452504144269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/grave.html' title='grave'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-363767442264820672</id><published>2007-05-09T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:55:27.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>blood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Granddad is playing Lorcan's favourite game: sitting him on his knee and letting him swing his head, leaning back and forwards. Granny gets a little worried:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granny:&lt;/strong&gt; Shay! Careful! Don't let him stay down there so long! All the blood will rush to his head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam &lt;em&gt;[Jumping up instantly and speaking in a tone of sheer morbid excitement]&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Blood! What blood! Where?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-363767442264820672?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/363767442264820672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=363767442264820672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/363767442264820672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/363767442264820672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/blood.html' title='blood!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-77832994771694318</id><published>2007-05-07T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:21:02.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This week our darling "Abuela" (grandmother) is here visiting from Bilbao. Liam is finding it hard to remember a lot of his Spanish and since he doesn't have the fall-back that he has with his dad (who understands English when he slips into it), he's feeling frustrated about not being able to say everything that he wants to say....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Spanish, Liam, say it in Spanish. You know that Abuela doesn't understand English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[tone of frustration]&lt;/em&gt; I know!! But I can't remember &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; That's ok but keep trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[tone of blame]&lt;/em&gt; You know when I forgot the words? Remember when Lorcan had the "pupa" on his lip and you and Daddy went to Barcelona with him for a long, long, long, long, long, long time? And the doctor fixed Lorcan's "pupa" but you didn't come home for days and days and days and days and lots and lots of long, long days? Well, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is when I forgot the words!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were gone for just over two weeks and, although he still understands Spanish perfectly and speaks quite a bit, he's right, those two weeks of unfortunate separation form all spoken Spanish left their mark :( He's getting better by the day though, thanks to Daddy, Abuela and lots of stories about "piratas", "animales", "dinosaurios" and "aventuras" of all kinds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-77832994771694318?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/77832994771694318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=77832994771694318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/77832994771694318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/77832994771694318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/awareness.html' title='awareness'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-213963402142417214</id><published>2007-05-07T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:01:14.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Lorcan is &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; and great-granddad is &lt;em&gt;eighty-one&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; That's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Can we make him a birthday cake and put his number on it like we did for Lorcan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Sure we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Eighty-one is a lot of numbers. &lt;em&gt;[Thoughtful pause]...&lt;/em&gt; And when all his numbers are gone, great-granddad will be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Um, yes... and won't we all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-213963402142417214?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/213963402142417214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=213963402142417214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/213963402142417214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/213963402142417214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/numbers.html' title='numbers'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-7752121379143157019</id><published>2007-05-07T21:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:56:56.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; How do we &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;become&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; families?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-7752121379143157019?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/7752121379143157019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=7752121379143157019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7752121379143157019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/7752121379143157019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-378225081986276794</id><published>2007-05-02T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:54:30.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eternal darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RjjeVhLspyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/sBfAKmVqLJY/s1600-h/PICT4023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060038642616805154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RjjeVhLspyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/sBfAKmVqLJY/s400/PICT4023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy, what would happen if the cock-a-doodle-doo forgot to wake up?! Would it be dark forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Because if the cock-a-doodle-doo doesn't wake up the sun, then the sun doesn't come up, and then it stays dark.... forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; um... maybe someone else could wake up the sun instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; OK!.... COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-378225081986276794?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/378225081986276794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=378225081986276794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/378225081986276794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/378225081986276794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/eternal-darkness.html' title='eternal darkness'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/RjjeVhLspyI/AAAAAAAAAm4/sBfAKmVqLJY/s72-c/PICT4023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-5847593693832986253</id><published>2007-05-02T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:45:33.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hairy legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Liam takes one look at Mummy's (slightly) hairy legs, rubs his finger along one of them and says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy, are you turning into a man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-5847593693832986253?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5847593693832986253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=5847593693832986253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5847593693832986253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5847593693832986253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/05/hairy-legs.html' title='hairy legs'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-6375343110533585998</id><published>2007-04-29T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:32:06.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>censored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; I thought you said you we're going to do a pee-pee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I did. There's a remote control in my willie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*dumbfounded*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-6375343110533585998?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6375343110533585998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=6375343110533585998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6375343110533585998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6375343110533585998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/censored.html' title='censored!'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-6156751838249031840</id><published>2007-04-28T17:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:36:33.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>malachy speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;playing the what's that body part game with Malachy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; and what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; that's my belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; mhm, and what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; that my belly-button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; and what are they (pointing at nipples)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; they my buttons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-6156751838249031840?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6156751838249031840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=6156751838249031840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6156751838249031840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6156751838249031840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/malachy-speak.html' title='malachy speak'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-322721694551932537</id><published>2007-04-28T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:25:41.871+01:00</updated><title type='text'>one</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On the day of Lorcan's first birthday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy, Lorcan is one! Now he has age!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-322721694551932537?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/322721694551932537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=322721694551932537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/322721694551932537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/322721694551932537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/one.html' title='one'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-2662212806601658157</id><published>2007-04-23T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:50:56.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; But I don’t want to grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Why is that, love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;Because Daddy loves me just the way I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-2662212806601658157?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/2662212806601658157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=2662212806601658157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2662212806601658157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2662212806601658157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-8370684588626124831</id><published>2007-04-23T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:49:51.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>on death, again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt; -When are you going to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy&lt;/strong&gt;-I don’t know that, Liam. Nobody knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt; -Yes but are you going to wait until I grow up before you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy&lt;/strong&gt;- Yes, of course I am, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt; -Thank you, Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-8370684588626124831?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8370684588626124831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=8370684588626124831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/8370684588626124831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/8370684588626124831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-death-again.html' title='on death, again...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-5959938804046124171</id><published>2007-04-23T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:48:44.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>easter bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Shattering our hopes of long years of Easter Bunny believing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I saw the shadow of Mr. Potato Head in the bag the other day and now I realise that &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; are the Easter Bunny, Mummy, because &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; put the Easter eggs behind the sofa! Now I realised that there’s no such thing as the Easter Bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This cannot be happening! He's only 4!!!! We OBVIOUSLY told him we have no idea what bag he's talking about and that it must have been the Easter Bunny's bag because we've never seen that Mr. Potato Head Easter Egg before in our lives. Honest!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-5959938804046124171?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5959938804046124171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=5959938804046124171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5959938804046124171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5959938804046124171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-bunny.html' title='easter bunny'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-5038084770085587722</id><published>2007-04-23T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:46:01.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>brain yet again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Probably after one too many Scooby-Doo stories:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mammy! Don’t tell me stories about vampires because they make me scared. I had a dream in my brain and it was really strange...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-5038084770085587722?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5038084770085587722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=5038084770085587722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5038084770085587722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5038084770085587722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/brain-yet-again.html' title='brain yet again?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-5642352725677644964</id><published>2007-04-23T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:44:53.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>brain again</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In a moment of headcold frustration:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I have “mocos” (Spanish for mucus, i.e. snot) in my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-5642352725677644964?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5642352725677644964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=5642352725677644964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5642352725677644964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5642352725677644964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/brain-again.html' title='brain again'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-8603925717583818414</id><published>2007-04-23T19:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:43:51.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Liam spent quite some time musing over the death of his granddad's beautiful dog Saoirse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;But HOW did she die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;So has she MELTED now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Did she do this? &lt;em&gt;(hands making movement from wide to narrow... symbolising her getting smaller and smaller until nothing is left)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; where Saoirse went. She went were dogs and cats go. To &lt;em&gt;Barcelona&lt;/em&gt; like Chili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;If Saoirse died because she was sick, when I'm sick am I going to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;If you die when your really old, is great-granddad going to die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-8603925717583818414?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8603925717583818414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=8603925717583818414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/8603925717583818414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/8603925717583818414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-856084362310684660</id><published>2007-04-23T19:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:39:57.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;After stroking Liam's head affectionately for whatever reason...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy, did you just pet me?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-856084362310684660?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/856084362310684660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=856084362310684660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/856084362310684660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/856084362310684660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='pet'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-5492058578179068728</id><published>2007-04-23T19:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:39:05.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>brains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Riz9QJt2nPI/AAAAAAAAAlI/G_MAA1LRLDU/s1600-h/PICT1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056694935558200562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Riz9QJt2nPI/AAAAAAAAAlI/G_MAA1LRLDU/s200/PICT1574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Malachy! You hit me in the brain with that! Mummy! Malachy hit me in the brain with that! Now I have no remember. I can only remember a few things! Mummy? Did I see a cat when I was in Barcelona?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, yes, of course! It’s ok, I remember everything now. I got my remember back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-5492058578179068728?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5492058578179068728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=5492058578179068728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5492058578179068728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5492058578179068728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/brains.html' title='brains'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Riz9QJt2nPI/AAAAAAAAAlI/G_MAA1LRLDU/s72-c/PICT1574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-6992797255991073429</id><published>2007-04-23T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:35:22.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dress up</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;In the middle of January:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Next year for Halloween I want to dress up as a ballerina, an egg, a pirate or a bee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-6992797255991073429?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6992797255991073429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=6992797255991073429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6992797255991073429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6992797255991073429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/dress-up.html' title='dress up'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-8752934564581857345</id><published>2007-04-23T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:34:39.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;During Lorcan's nap:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you hear Lorcan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No. Did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; No. I was just using my imagination. That was all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-8752934564581857345?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8752934564581857345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=8752934564581857345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/8752934564581857345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/8752934564581857345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/imagine.html' title='imagine'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-3001246147556652655</id><published>2007-04-23T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:33:10.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tiptoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;Mummy, last night when you were asleep I crept out of my bed and I tiptoed down the stairs because I was hungry. I took this chair and I pulled it over to there and climbed up on top of it and opened that door there and took out one of those cookies and ate it all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pause&lt;/em&gt;  And it wasn’t a dream. It was REAL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-3001246147556652655?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/3001246147556652655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=3001246147556652655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/3001246147556652655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/3001246147556652655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/tiptoe.html' title='tiptoe'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-4637760334615131522</id><published>2007-04-23T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:32:13.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>two and a half days into Daddy’s 8-day absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;I’m not glad about Daddy going ALL around the planet on a plane...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-4637760334615131522?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4637760334615131522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=4637760334615131522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4637760334615131522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4637760334615131522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-and-half-days-into-daddys-8-day.html' title='two and a half days into Daddy’s 8-day absence'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-270322009606019568</id><published>2007-04-23T19:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:31:27.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>at the library with granny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt; -Granny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granny&lt;/strong&gt; -Yes Liam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt; -You know, nobody here at the library will think that you’re a granny. They’ll  think you’re just an old mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-270322009606019568?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/270322009606019568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=270322009606019568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/270322009606019568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/270322009606019568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-library-with-granny.html' title='at the library with granny...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-1319035218369351075</id><published>2007-04-23T19:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:30:37.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>food</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; -Are you hungry, Liam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt;-Yes. My tummy is telling me that it wants food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-1319035218369351075?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1319035218369351075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=1319035218369351075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/1319035218369351075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/1319035218369351075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/food.html' title='food'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-5140401177941297921</id><published>2007-04-23T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:30:03.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ball games</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laim &lt;/strong&gt;-What’s rugby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; -It’s a sport you play with two teams and a rugby ball... and... um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt; -And what do you have to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; -I’m not sure of the rules but you have to try to keep the ball and run around the pitch and score a try... um... I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt; -Ah yeah, I know!! You have to get the ball into a basket thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; -No, that’s basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt; -OK. So where do you put the ball in rugbyball?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; -Maybe you should ask Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-5140401177941297921?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5140401177941297921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=5140401177941297921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5140401177941297921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/5140401177941297921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/ball-games.html' title='ball games'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-2350552388459441710</id><published>2007-04-23T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:27:48.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dress secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Can I tell you a secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;Today I’m going to dress myself. But don’t tell anyone. It’s gonna be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Great! OK. I won’t tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;Do you promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mammy when it’s 6 o’clock I gonna….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Do that secret thing?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; SSSSsshhhh!!!! &lt;em&gt;(running over to hush me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(whispering in my ear)&lt;/em&gt; Don’t even say “secret thing”. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; You promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walks away and plays as if nothing had happened. 6 o’clock comes and goes and he continues playing, oblivious. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much for really important secrets!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-2350552388459441710?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/2350552388459441710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=2350552388459441710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2350552388459441710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/2350552388459441710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/dress-secret.html' title='dress secret'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-6176734427489519342</id><published>2007-04-23T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:23:58.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Riz5l5t2nOI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3SiaSr6Qfgk/s1600-h/PICT1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056690911173844194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Riz5l5t2nOI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3SiaSr6Qfgk/s200/PICT1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Is that story about a different world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I suppose you could say that, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I wish I could be in that world. Because it’s so easy to make things in that world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-6176734427489519342?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6176734427489519342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=6176734427489519342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6176734427489519342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/6176734427489519342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/worlds.html' title='worlds'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Riz5l5t2nOI/AAAAAAAAAlA/3SiaSr6Qfgk/s72-c/PICT1628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-4989296633603062985</id><published>2007-04-23T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:21:03.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>knowing</title><content type='html'>Like a lot of 4-year-olds Liam almost never shuts up. In the car one day, he was going on an on and on an on.... asking question after question after question... We're normally very patient and answer as many questions as we can... but after a while that day, exasperation took over and we began to cheat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy, what's ***?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Daddy, what's ***?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy, what's ***?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, you must know &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;something!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-4989296633603062985?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4989296633603062985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=4989296633603062985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4989296633603062985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/4989296633603062985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/knowing.html' title='knowing'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-3429133092462704966</id><published>2007-04-23T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:17:39.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>always mummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; You know, when I’m big like daddy, you’ll still be my mammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy:&lt;/strong&gt; I know *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-3429133092462704966?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/3429133092462704966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=3429133092462704966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/3429133092462704966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/3429133092462704966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2007/04/always-mummy.html' title='always mummy'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116643739297480846</id><published>2006-12-18T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:23:12.980Z</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus is coming to town....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1232/4117/320/780551/ist2_883275_gift_pile%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1232/4117/160/446509/ist2_883275_gift_pile%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; So, Liam, what are you going to ask Santa Claus to bring you this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; A surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; That's a really great idea. What do you think he'll bring me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmmm &lt;em&gt;(thoughtful pause)....&lt;/em&gt; I know! He could give you a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(in awe)&lt;/em&gt; A rainbow... wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah! Santa Claus just goes like this &lt;em&gt;(big sweeping movement with arm)&lt;/em&gt; and makes a rainbow for you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116643739297480846?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116643739297480846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116643739297480846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116643739297480846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116643739297480846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Claus is coming to town....'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116639677719229744</id><published>2006-12-17T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:06:17.196Z</updated><title type='text'>the king</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1232/4117/320/647747/PICT0768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1232/4117/160/826418/PICT0768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liam has been cast as one of the Three Wise Kings in the Nativity play at his school! I brought him this fabulous Wise King costume back from Barcelona yesterday and I must say, no sooner was it on his back when he began to really get into character:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow! You look gorgeous Liam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't call me Liam Mammy!! You have to call me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Liam! (Pause)... Or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Majesty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh! Why, yes of course, your majesty!&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116639677719229744?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116639677719229744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116639677719229744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116639677719229744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116639677719229744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/12/king.html' title='the king'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116604941539767643</id><published>2006-12-13T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:36:55.396Z</updated><title type='text'>the big difference between boys and girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Uuuk, Mammy!! &lt;em&gt;(Translation: “Look, Mammy”).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He holds up a little toy figurine to show me. It’s a figurine of a little girl with shoulder-length brown hair, wearing a sunhat and a swimsuit and holding a bucket in one hand and a spade in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Malachy. Is that your little friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; She’s lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; May-de isa durl &lt;em&gt;(Translation: “Maybe it’s a girl”)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Butting in)&lt;/em&gt; Of &lt;em&gt;course&lt;/em&gt; it’s a girl! &lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt; is the boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liam shows me a similar little figurine of a boy with short blonde hair wearing football gear and holding a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; But how do you know which one's the boy and which one's the girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; know that Mammy!! &lt;em&gt;(looking up to the heavens and sighing in exasperation).&lt;/em&gt; Because of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EYES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! Look?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pointing to the tiny little eyelashes on the girl doll and the lack of eyelashes on the boy doll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; See?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116604941539767643?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116604941539767643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116604941539767643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116604941539767643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116604941539767643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-difference-between-boys-and-girls.html' title='the big difference between boys and girls'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116604854626553494</id><published>2006-12-13T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:22:26.273Z</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When we were away on holiday in Bilbao and San Sebastian last week, after about two days Liam said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mammy, I miss Granny and Granddad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After 3 days he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I miss Miss Cooney (&lt;em&gt;his teacher&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After 4 days he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I miss my friends from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His order of priority seemed so touching to me…!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116604854626553494?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116604854626553494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116604854626553494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116604854626553494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116604854626553494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116484823048526555</id><published>2006-11-30T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:57:10.493Z</updated><title type='text'>cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;You know? I had a dream that I was a cup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; A cup?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. And when I was a cup I was wishing that I was a Liam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116484823048526555?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116484823048526555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116484823048526555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116484823048526555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116484823048526555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/cup.html' title='cup'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116464429096451806</id><published>2006-11-27T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:18:10.970Z</updated><title type='text'>brotherly love!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Malachy? Do you love me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Malachy? Do you love me 20 euros?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; Eeeemm... Yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116464429096451806?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116464429096451806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116464429096451806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116464429096451806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116464429096451806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/brotherly-love.html' title='brotherly love!?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116456225577215105</id><published>2006-11-26T17:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:30:55.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the dinner table, Liam is pretending to be a magician and he hides his fork behind his back…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; You see? It disappeared!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow! And where did it go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; It just disappeared!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; But where do things go when they disappear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; To Japan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; And do you know who else is in Japan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, who?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Cinderella… and the 3 little pigs… and the muffin man…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No way! And do you know who else lives in Japan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course! (eagerly) Séan and Sarah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just in case you didn’t know, that last part is in fact true. Séan and Sarah are Liam’s cousins who do, in effect, live in Tokyo. I think this proves that he thinks wherever they live must be a really mysterious fairytale place…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116456225577215105?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116456225577215105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116456225577215105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116456225577215105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116456225577215105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116456003956379029</id><published>2006-11-26T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:53:59.623Z</updated><title type='text'>knowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(At the playground)&lt;/em&gt; Mammy, do you see that little house over there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;That's where you go to sit when you're tired and you want to have a rest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Really?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. You know how I know that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, how?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(deadly serious) &lt;/em&gt;Because I know things. I just know lots of things... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116456003956379029?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116456003956379029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116456003956379029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116456003956379029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116456003956379029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/knowing.html' title='knowing'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116436483788670299</id><published>2006-11-24T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:40:37.893Z</updated><title type='text'>mad old cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liam playing with his toy animals, doing all the voices and multiple role-plays in his little imaginary world...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;Mammy, here &lt;em&gt;(handing me a brown plastic toy cow)-&lt;/em&gt; you be the mad old cow and I'll be the nice little horse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; OK, great...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116436483788670299?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116436483788670299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116436483788670299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116436483788670299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116436483788670299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/mad-old-cow.html' title='mad old cow'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116423236288973886</id><published>2006-11-22T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:52:42.896Z</updated><title type='text'>the winner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's have a race!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; O-tay &lt;em&gt;(translation "OK")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's see if I'll be the winner. I'm bigger than you so I'm gonna be the winner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; O-tay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; You see when I was a baby and Mammy was a boy, then Mammy was the winner of the race because she was bigger than me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy:&lt;/strong&gt; O-tay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116423236288973886?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116423236288973886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116423236288973886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116423236288973886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116423236288973886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/winner.html' title='the winner'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116419938659827788</id><published>2006-11-22T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:43:06.603Z</updated><title type='text'>eye spy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1232/4117/320/Jude%26Jacqui%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1232/4117/160/Jude%26Jacqui%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you see that little spider, Mammy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow, that's a really tiny spider, Liam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I know. I can see it because I have really good &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eye spy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; You mean &lt;em&gt;'eyesight'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, &lt;em&gt;eye spy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116419938659827788?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116419938659827788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116419938659827788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116419938659827788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116419938659827788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/eye-spy.html' title='eye spy'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116411089276214111</id><published>2006-11-21T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:08:12.766Z</updated><title type='text'>shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;I know what a shadow is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; OK, what is it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, its a sort of a person... that goes with a person... but it's another person...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Um, yeah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116411089276214111?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116411089276214111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116411089276214111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116411089276214111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116411089276214111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/shadow.html' title='shadow'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116406747652546581</id><published>2006-11-20T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:04:36.966Z</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father's dog Saoirse died this weekend. Liam has some questions about death:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; When you die, what happens? Does somebody come and take you away?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                              *   *   *   *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I know a way you can die. If somebody kills you, then you die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                             *   *   *   *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; If Granny and Granddad are so sad because Saoirse is gone, maybe I can go in there and cheer up them....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                            *   *   *   *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; When am I going to die? Does everybody have to die? I don't want to die!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                           *   *   *   *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malachy (age 2):&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Holding up his last piece of sausage -the piece that he always saved for the dog) &lt;/em&gt;Saoirse? &lt;em&gt;(Pause. Sigh)...&lt;/em&gt; Poor Saoirse&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116406747652546581?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116406747652546581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116406747652546581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116406747652546581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116406747652546581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116385178114077766</id><published>2006-11-18T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T12:09:41.146Z</updated><title type='text'>dark white</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mammy, I can't find my toy car!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Which one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; You know... the one that's red and dark white&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Dark white?! What colour is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; It's this colour, look!... &lt;em&gt;Points at cream-coloured tablecloth!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116385178114077766?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116385178114077766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116385178114077766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116385178114077766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116385178114077766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/dark-white.html' title='dark white'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116360992408647071</id><published>2006-11-15T16:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:58:44.086Z</updated><title type='text'>spot the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;At dinner, as usual, Liam is lagging behind everyone else...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, I know! Let's play 'spot the difference'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, that's easy... your plate's different to everyone elses' because ours are almost empty and yours is still almost full! Come on, eat up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; No, Mammy, 'spot the difference' is not a &lt;em&gt;race&lt;/em&gt;. Oh! But if this is a race, maybe I should eat faster then!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Um, yeah... whatever...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116360992408647071?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116360992408647071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116360992408647071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116360992408647071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116360992408647071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/spot-difference.html' title='spot the difference'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116360917113032725</id><published>2006-11-15T16:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T16:46:11.136Z</updated><title type='text'>it ain't easy being good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Liam! Why are you being so bold?! I hope you don't behave like this in school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; No, I'm &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; good in school Mammy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; So, why are you so naughty at home?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I'm only in school for a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; time, Mammy,... but I'm at home &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116360917113032725?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116360917113032725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116360917113032725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116360917113032725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116360917113032725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-aint-easy-being-good.html' title='it ain&apos;t easy being good...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116328027507760597</id><published>2006-11-11T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:24:35.083Z</updated><title type='text'>better than you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Granny,... Grandad's better than you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granny:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(disappointed)&lt;/em&gt; Why is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Because he does better things than you. He takes me to the park and we have picnics and adventures...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granny:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116328027507760597?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116328027507760597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116328027507760597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116328027507760597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116328027507760597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/better-than-you.html' title='better than you'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116292878828559082</id><published>2006-11-07T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:46:28.293Z</updated><title type='text'>remembering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;After 9 whole days of separation, on the phone today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;Mammy, I don't know what you look like!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(grappling with my emotions)&lt;/em&gt; Well, you know what? I look a lot like you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;giggles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116292878828559082?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116292878828559082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116292878828559082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116292878828559082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116292878828559082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/remembering.html' title='remembering...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116291111437343870</id><published>2006-11-07T14:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:51:54.380Z</updated><title type='text'>goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't seen Liam and Malachy for almost 9 days now and it's really killing me. I miss them both so much, it really hurts. Jaime and I are in Barcelona with Lorcan while he's recovering from the cleft lip surgery he had last Tuesday. He's doing really well and we're all dying to get back home to the boys. We chat on the phone every evening and for the past three days my conversations with Liam have ended something like this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; OK, Liam, we better say goodbye now love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam: &lt;/strong&gt;Mammy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Liam?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Pause) (worried tone) &lt;/em&gt;Can I give you a kiss?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes, please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; *smuak*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *smuak*... I love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(sounding happier now) &lt;/em&gt;OK, bye Mammy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116291111437343870?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116291111437343870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116291111437343870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116291111437343870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116291111437343870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbyes.html' title='goodbyes'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116250173592001959</id><published>2006-11-02T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:08:55.926Z</updated><title type='text'>noisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;On the phone to my mum who's currently minding Liam and Malachy&lt;/em&gt;) So,... how are they behaving?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granny:&lt;/strong&gt;  Oh, they're being really good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of background noise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow! Sounds like they're really getting into it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granny:&lt;/strong&gt; They're really well-behaved ALL the time EXCEPT when I'm on the phone!! (&lt;em&gt;Muffled voice)&lt;/em&gt; Boys! Come on be good now, I'm on the phone to mammy!! Play nicely, please! I can't hear anything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; (to Granny) But I want to play &lt;em&gt;NOISY&lt;/em&gt;, Granny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;More laughs, giggles, squeals, etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116250173592001959?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116250173592001959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116250173592001959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116250173592001959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116250173592001959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/11/noisy.html' title='noisy'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116211451156578882</id><published>2006-10-29T09:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:02:59.893Z</updated><title type='text'>so, where are we going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;looking at me trying on my new coat&lt;/em&gt;) Where are we going?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Nowhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; So why are you putting on your coat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, I'm just trying it on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; We're not going anywhere today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, actually... today you and Malachy are going to go and stay in Granny's house and Daddy and me are going to Barcelona with Lorcan to see the doctor who's going to make his lip better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; You mean you're wearing your new coat so the doctor will see you and say "you have a beautiful coat"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;dumbfounded&lt;/em&gt;)!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116211451156578882?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116211451156578882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116211451156578882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116211451156578882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116211451156578882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-where-are-we-going.html' title='so, where are we going?'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116208050821673479</id><published>2006-10-29T01:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:05:25.100Z</updated><title type='text'>peter pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Liam, what do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Straight face, no hesitation&lt;/em&gt;) Small!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Perplexed&lt;/em&gt;) How small?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Touching the top of his own head&lt;/em&gt;) Small,.. like me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Presuming he didn't get the question right&lt;/em&gt;) Huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Small, like me, now! I don’t &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to grow up! I want to be a little boy &lt;em&gt;forEVER&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, Liam, but being a big man is fun too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to be a big man. A big man has to work and I just want to &lt;em&gt;PLAY&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116208050821673479?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116208050821673479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116208050821673479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116208050821673479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116208050821673479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/peter-pan.html' title='peter pan'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116208026402456050</id><published>2006-10-29T00:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:53:33.573Z</updated><title type='text'>me and my shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Compelling tone&lt;/em&gt;) Mammy, there’s something I want to ask you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What’s that, Liam?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Staring into my eyes&lt;/em&gt;) Are you afraid of shadows?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, that depends what kind of shadows they are...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Your &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; shadow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Relieved&lt;/em&gt;) You don’t have to be afraid of your &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; shadow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; But I think it’s gonna get me. I comes right behind me… &lt;em&gt;really big&lt;/em&gt;… closer and closer!!! I want it to go away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Laughing openly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; What’s so funny?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s YOUR shadow! It’s &lt;em&gt;attached&lt;/em&gt; to you! It’s &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; going to go away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; But is it going to get me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Happy enough&lt;/em&gt;) OK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116208026402456050?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116208026402456050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116208026402456050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116208026402456050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116208026402456050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-and-my-shadow.html' title='me and my shadow'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116207994120518632</id><published>2006-10-29T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T00:59:01.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>orphaned</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Mammy, I had a dream that I had no Mammy and no Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  Aw no, love! And were you very sad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes (&lt;em&gt;thoughtful pause&lt;/em&gt;). And I was scared too. (&lt;em&gt;Even more thoughtful pause&lt;/em&gt;). But it was only a dream!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116207994120518632?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116207994120518632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116207994120518632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116207994120518632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116207994120518632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/orphaned.html' title='orphaned'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116207978859811512</id><published>2006-10-29T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:16:04.460Z</updated><title type='text'>the [Small]talkers...</title><content type='html'>Who are the [Small]talkers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/968/640/Home%20Bytes%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is going to take most of the limelight here but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as soon as they start conversing fluently with Jaime and I, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/968/640/Dublin2%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Malachy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6164/3893/640/PICT9110.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lorcan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;will be [small]talking too..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, you can check us all out and our family exploits at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://jamrobbing.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The JamRobBlog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116207978859811512?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116207978859811512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116207978859811512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116207978859811512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116207978859811512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/smalltalkers.html' title='the [Small]talkers...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36765236.post-116207780219200796</id><published>2006-10-29T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T02:14:00.342Z</updated><title type='text'>starting to [small]talk...</title><content type='html'>What is [Small]talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Small]talk is this new place I have created to record some of the little conversations I have with my 4-year-old son, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2441/968/640/Home%20Bytes%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Liam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These quirky little conversations of ours can &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;amuse me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...entertain me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;baffle me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;enthrall me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;puzzle me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but they always &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;beguile me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36765236-116207780219200796?l=smalltalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/feeds/116207780219200796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36765236&amp;postID=116207780219200796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116207780219200796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36765236/posts/default/116207780219200796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltalking.blogspot.com/2006/10/starting-to-smalltalk.html' title='starting to [small]talk...'/><author><name>Vanessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fuzJ3pr-PFM/Swxs7u-iI9I/AAAAAAAAETQ/K03KDhrTTuQ/s1600-R/4008551693_30b797d349_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
