Sloot Lee. Said Youngest.
We have all been here before. Youngest says something Totally Not Understandable.
I ask him a question about Said Word. He either looks at me Askance and shakes his head, or has a Giggle Fit.
So I won't.
I shall just use Sloot Lee, in a Random Sentence, and see if I Get It Right.
'So, who wants to go to the Shop?'
YEEHHH! They all go, merrily.
Sloot Lee. I say.
Youngest looks at me.
'Yes. Sloot Lee.' he says, nodding that dear head of his.
We all nod away.
I am None the Wiser.
'Daddy can Sloot Lee come at the weekend, can't he, Mummy?' he says, sidling up and planting a bottom on my lap.
Light dawns as it always does.
'Because we all love Knee Chuddur,' he announces.
Oh, Bollocks. Another one.
Is he Having A Laugh?
'We Certainly do.' says Daughter. She gives Youngest a swift kiss.