Boy #2 does it again (and Springwatch, wk - oh, who cares...)

This morning there was a fracas at the breakfast table - as there probably is at most breakfast tables featuring the combination of a 5 year old boy, a 7 year old boy, and two tired and preoccupied parents.

The end result was that the lego creation Boy #2 had been working on this morning (instead of getting dressed, laying the table, brushing his teeth or indeed doing anything else he had been asked to do) lost what he believed to be a vital component.

OK, I knocked it onto the floor by mistake. So shoot me.

Anyway, after the resulting fire-storm had cleared and Boy #2 was drying his eyes, the following exchange took place.

Me: "Have a drink of water, Boy #2. You need it to replace all the tears you just cried."

Boy #2: "No, I don't. The water I drink goes to my stomach, not to my tears."

Me: "Well, where does the water you cry come from if not from the water you drink?"

Boy #2: "Mama. The water I cry, the water in my tears, comes from my heart..."

Oh god. I'm toast.

Now, for you die-hards who have stuck with the Potski Front Flowerbed Springwatch, thanks for coming back but there are no lego figurines this week, I'm afraid (I figure the above anecdote is payment enough for your troubles). But I have taken the photo. And there are definite stirrings in the undergrowth. Or, there would be - if we had any undergrowth...