On… talking to a nearly-four-year-old 1 Reply Earlier today, I was singing ‘Consider Yourself’ to Errol while he did a poo (oh yes, the benefits of working from home are many), and then I said ‘when I was a little girl, I loved that song.’ (actually, I was 15, but musical theatre is REALLY COOL.) Errol: ‘When you was a little girl, and you was so little just this big’ (holds hand ten inches off the ground) ‘you sang that song?’ Me: ‘Yes, I sang it all the time’ Errol: ‘And you was a little baby and you sang it and i was your mummy?’ Me: ‘Um… no, Grandma was my mummy.’ Errol: ‘I thought i was your mummy. I was the mummy and you was the baby.’ Me: ‘No, I don’t think so. I’m your mummy and Grandma is my mummy.’ Errol: ‘Are you sure you know what you are saying?’ Me: ‘Not usually.’ Errol: ‘Don’t be so silly, mummy.’