The Fox

Every so often I realise that a new little routine has formed. The Fox is one. We sit down for dinner and EVERY night at some point Lucy will say..
'Fox' (though it sounds like Wox)
'Wheres the Fox Lucy?'
and she will look all scared until either Duncan or I says 'Its dark, the fox is in bed'
' Fox. Bed. Duck'
'Is the fox in bed with the duck?'
'Yes. cuddle'
'Is the fox cuddling the duck'
'Yes. babies'
' and the fox is cuddling some babies? what are they called?'
'Boo. Ash. Nanny'

Then this conversation is repeated several times. I have no idea why she is scared of a fox, or why it might be cuddling a duck, but guaranteed , every dinner, she will bring it up and we will follow that conversation. Something similar is developing at lunchtime involving a robin who was once on the table outside the window and Amelia scared it off by jumping up to see it!
'Robin. Scared. Meme'

I love the randomness of what we accept to be our normality!

Amelia-ism of the day
'Maybe all Daddy's hair fell off his head and just stuck to his body?'