I had a dream last night. I ran off with a very handsome, slightly older, French man.
He sang 'Je ne regrette a rien' to a room full of people and then sat down beside me and proceeded to whisk me off my feet. Mon Dieu!
Naturally on waking I immediately told the husband all about it, making sure to convey that he was very handsome. VERY handsome.
Did I mention that he was handsome?
'I donated sperm' he replied without missing a beat.
'What?!' I exclaimed not sure if we were still on the dream conversation.
'Sperm!' the four year old shouted bursting into the room.
His father and I looked at each other for a moment with equal part shock and amusement.
The four year old noted the look.
'Sperm!' he exclaimed delightedly again.
'Stop that and go and get dressed' I said in my most sensible we-are-not-amused voice.
He walked out of the door singing.
'Sperm, sperm, sperm, sperm, sperm......'.
It could be an interesting day at playschool today.