I think they are aliens

First Born and Second Born, when they are not torturing each other, often play together. Their games are lengthy, complicated, entirely in their imaginations and most of the time I don't want to know the details. I suspect I wouldn't understand them even if they were explained to me.

Occasionally however we catch snippets and can't help being intrigued. Sunday morning, for example. I had sprung crawled out of bed early in order to go to Sainsbury's when it is quiet enough for me to get round without plotting how to kill people in my head. I came home bearing shopping including a baguette (well it was actually a pain flute but anything long and bready and stick-like in our house is called a baguette). To digress slightly, I find it hilarious that our children pronounce "baguette" like Flight of the Conchords do in "Fou de fa fa", ie heavy french accent followed by "haw hee haw".

Anyway, while said children were cutting and buttering themselves some continental bakery product, they were still playing. And all husband and I could hear from the kitchen were two very Scottish boys repeatedly saying, in very convincing deep south Alabama type american accents (think Cletus from the Simpsons): "Ah'm gonna hunt me a car. Here, car-y car-y car-y car-y" I'm pretty sure I don't want to know anything about that game. My head is screwed up enough already.