Please pass the cocketballs

Dinner, Pope household, 7pm.

Jemma, pointing across the table, "Mama, Jemma have cocketball?

Tom, whispering to me, "Did she just say cock and balls?"
Me, whispering back, "I think she said chocolate balls."

Jemma, interjecting into our conversation, "Please Jemma have cocketball!" She is becoming a little frustrated at this point.

Tom, "What do you want Jemma?"

Jemma, "Cocketball! Jemma want cocketball!"

And finally, we realize she is pointing at the bowl of olives, which, yes, she thought were chocolate balls. She continued to ask for "cocketballs" throughout dinner!

Rolling, rolling, rolling...

Lily started rolling! She rolled over once yesterday and she's done it twice today! This baby is going to be a mover. She thinks she's bigger than she is. She wants to stand and sit up all the time. I think Tom and I might be in for it with her!