Conversations II

On the plane, on the way back from San Francisco, I got about two hours sleep in the whole ten hour overnight flight. So did Mummy and Daddy. Daddy said he nearly got Deep Vein Thrombosis overnight with his legs cramped and crossed double with the weight of Mummy's legs and my head on top. Dad's such a drama queen. I was the one who couldn't get comfy stretched out on top of Mummy and Daddy. I did insist, however, on having my head end on Mummy and sitting on her for the duration of the flight. I mean, why sit on Daddy when Mummy's there to be sat on?

As we were coming in to land at Heathrow, I reminded Mummy that I needed to put my shoes on again:
- "Shoos!"
- "What's the matter, Joel, you want your shoes?"
- "Yesz."
- "Can you say, 'Please'?"
- "Cheese!"
- "Good boy. Look, Joel, Mummy can't quite reach your shoes now. Do you mind waiting another minute? You can put your shoes on in a minute."
- "Aw-wight. Aww-right."