After 7 years of lovingly referring to Tristan as a ‘turdburger’, this was the conversation at the dinner table tonight:
Tristan: I don’t want to eat anymore.
Me: Come on turdburger. Finish your food!
Alisha: What’s a turd Tristan??
(at this point I feel the glare of their mum staring at me from across the table and I hold my breath waiting for the explanation)
Tristan: It’s just like a frog burger. Daddy always calls me that.
Me: (trying to keep a straight face) erm I think you mean toad Tristan, not turd.
Tristan: Oh. Well what’s a turd then?
Me: It’s another word for ‘poo’.
Tristan: WHAT??????? ARE YOU SERIOUS ??? You’ve been calling me a ‘pooburger’???
At this point my hysterical laughter is getting out of control and definately not helping matters!!
Me: Yes Tristan, sorry!!
Tristan : That’s just mean!! MUMMMMMYYYYYY! Daddy calls me a poo burger!!………
At this point I soon realise my humour is not shared by the rest of my family!!