I'm hearing this a lot lately. It is often preceded by the shattering crash of plates, cups and bowls (I'm not fond of plastic - but I may need to rethink that) and often involves cereal blasting across the room, at other times it is the dripping, sloshing sound of spilled beverages cascading to the floor. Most recently it has involved the thudding splat of eggs cracking on the ground. In all the years I have been baking with the children I don't recall ever having any mishaps with eggs. This week alone we have had two. 
Always immediately following the spillage, breakage or crash comes Bayan's contrite yet perky apology. "I sorry Mummy. I sorry."
Indeed. So am I.
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I love you both.
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