Chicken nuggets, was what I prepared for my kids tea tonight. I dutifully coat the breasts in egg and flour dunk them enthusiastically after. I often do this with fish, but they do not eat huge quantities of meat, so when I announced it was ‘chicken nuggets’ for tea tonight, the sniggers that ensued I was puzzled by. As it happens, this is actually our word for boys’ bits, but the other choices for me have crude overtones, awful words, just really awful, so rude...Not that the words for girls' bits are any better, I am not just being sexist. So nuggets, it is…Anyway, they then after laughing hysterically for what seemed like hours, me sussing why, them then gawping when I tell them I expect them to gobble them up. ‘Oh but muuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhmmmm, not chickens’ nuggets?’. So I still have no idea whether they know that a ‘nugget’ is not just necessarily another word for b******s..
|The Minnie Mouse cake I made *phew* and I lived to tell the tail...(get it?)|
The next day was Esmie Rose’s birthday! Our friends came over with their 15-month-old son, and plus our 4, already 5 kids was plenty. Plus Buster, our nephew, 5 adults, nice equality for once! She had a brilliant afternoon, we had her cake outside and the big giant ostrich flap mad chickens were in their prison! We were onto a winner all day, they are nearly all too fat to carry their own flaps, they cannot get their feet off the ground, despite the flapping, errr, stop eating all the worms then…We all sang ‘happy birthday’ in English, then French. Well, I say we sang ‘happy birthday’ in English, with our French friends, and in France as a rule, we sing ‘Appy bersdayz tooo yoooooos’. You see the ‘h’ sound does not exist, neither does the ‘th’ sound, so in all fairness, these guys are f****d, before they even start. So our version was the ‘appy berzdayz’ version, but Esmie got the gist.
I must go and see to the 2nd round of dinner, us ‘growed ups’ didn’t eat with the kids, so I am about to do the second sitting. But just so as you know, I know who you are the 2 people who found my blog by searching ‘ big bazungas’…
True story that too.
Right, I’m off, see you tomorrow,
Tamsyn x *slips off to grow big bazungas*