Throw in 5 weeks of the little one being ill, 3 months without him sleeping through the night, Christmas in the same year we moved house twice and one or two extra stresses and we had a combustion incident. Our son waited pateintly until we'd finished our debate and then calmly observed, "You two are tired," and carried on with his lunch.
Today though, he said one of the purest and sweetest things I've ever heard. He had an Octonauts magazine and one of the missions was to describe one of your friends. So he described his best friend - "pink". (I hope her mum's reading this because pink is also secretly her favourite colour.) I said, "That's great - but how about what she's like to play with and be friends with?" He thought for a moment, raised his hands in the shape of wings and said, "She's like a light - like my angel light."