Talking of things your neighbours have heard.....DS can't get his 's' blends (he says 'd' for 'st') so spent every summer afternoon eating a homemade iceblock outside and yelling, 'I found my ...ick! Where's your...ick, Mummy? I see your ...ick, Mummy! Show me your ...ick!' Maybe that's why no one ever came around...?![/QUOTE]

Pmsl! I'm trying to resettle DD back to sleep by bf her. Luckily my chuckles didn't wake her!