I was thinking I might begin my new blogging craze right now, but what with the 15 minutes it's taken me to set up and tweak a few bits and pieces...this is what's being said
Boy1, who speaks largely in run-on sentences barely pausing for breath for about 12 hours a day: 'Mum, you need to wipe my bum...mum, 'scuse me mum, that 'lectrizity post is made out of wood - it used to be green, it really used to be like that...mum how does the pole stay up mum. Mum?'