I asked Meg to go and find where she left her shoes as it was starting to rain and, as usual, she had unshod herself somewhere... 5 minutes later I went out to search for Meg searching for her shoes and found her eating blueberries straight off the bush.
"Meeeeegggg! What are you doing?" (yes, I know, I'm one of those bad mummies who ask stupid questions)
"I'm eating blueberries."
"What did I ask you to do?"
"Find my shoes."
"Mrs. N says their good for your eyes so I'm eating them first and then I'll look for my shoes."
The girls were picking cucumbers for our tea while I was trying to weed another row of tomatoes before they ran out of patience. Amy was explaining very clearly and for the third time which cucumbers to pick:
"Mummy, you only pick the really big ones."
"Just the big ones. Not the little ones. They're not ready, yet."
"This one's ok."
"Mummy?!!" (Bad mummy confession number 2: sometimes I don't pay 100% attention to the umpteenth repeat of an Amy lecture.)
(Running over to me) "This one's ok and this one's still too, too small mummy. Don't pick any like this one mummy."
"Why did you pick it then?"
"To show you."