Bane Cat.

All I want to do is sleep for a year. If people ever ask me how I got through this period of my life I'll just say I didn't. Like that guy who had to cut his arm off with a swiss army knife to save himself, left a part of himself behind.

There's scattered body parts all over the road up in here, but I still have to cook and clean and be a mother. One of my favourite parts is the influence I have over my kids. Music, values, food ... ridiculous You Tube videos.

Last week I sat down with Max and showed him Bane Cat.

AS SOON as Max finished watching it, he was Bane Cat. Walking around the house with a running commentary. I'd ask him to unload the dishwasher and he'd respond, "Do you feel in charge, Mothturd?"

Or I'd tell him it's time for bed.

"This gives you ... power over me?"

When were sitting on the couch together I impersonated E.T. ... then HE impersonated Bane Cat impersonating E.T. One of my proudest parenting moments to date.

Rocco loves Bane Cat too ... but his favourite was when I came into his room and asked him if he'd ever seen Airplane Banana?

Bolt upright. "Mum. WHAT is Airplane Banana?"

We laughed so hard.

"Mum I nearly wet my pants!"

"Me too!"