Pixie man

We have a hole in the bathtub...probably toy sized although neither of the kids know how on earth it could possibly have got there. Olllie and I went to the store to buy a repair kit which we could not find. I told him we might have to have someone come over and fix it...

Ollie: Maybe a cowboy?...no not a cowboy, he couldn't do it...probly a pixie man.
Me: a pixie man?
Ollie: Yes a pixie man could come and pix it.
Me: a fixie man?
Ollie: Yes. A pixie man.

I need help

Ollie needs help...he is trying to do a puzzle...it is 5.45 am...I need help too...

Oliver is not sleeping

instead he is singing his ABC's. Complete with the yeaaahhhh at the end. We have already had the:

O: Daddy...daddy...daddy...daddy...daddy...
Me: Yes ollie...
O: I was just calling you
Me: I know...what do you want?
O: Nothing...n o t h i n g a t a l l...