Tag Archives: secret agents

My name is Agent Toddler…

Some days it’s like rendezvousing with a secret agent (who’s still under the 4 foot mark). The conversation goes something like this…

Me: Are you playing in your kitchen?
A.T.: The water is boiling.

Me: OHHH! What’re you making?
A.T.: Mustard!

If two adults said these things to one another surely you’d suspect you’d just been dropped into a Le Carre novel.

Uh oh, I’ve just heard those dreaded code words…bacon and cheese and peas, please. Gotta run!