It's a busy (and noisy) morning in our house, Pickle wants to tell me something. The radio is on, the kettle is boiling and the dishwasher is being unloaded. I can't hear him for all the noise.
I reach over to turn off the radio, saying "Just a sec, I'm not good with radios and children". Pickle says "Yes, you are Mummy, you are good with children. You're good at looking after us and cuddling us and keeping us alive".
A good observation sweetheart. If only you know how hard I'm trying.