I am doing another flashback this week. It is actually two posts that go well together.
They were originally posted in March 2011.
Eric: What do you mean, I'm in the wrong pot? I must admit it isn't very comfy with lots of spiky things sticking in my butt.
I wonder if that one would be better.
Flynn: He must need his head examined when he has got a nice comfy pot like mine that he could be napping in.
A few days later....
Eric: The other day when I was in the greenhouse, I couldn't get comfortable because I was in the wrong pot. This one is much more comfy.
Flynn says I am still in the wrong pot and should be in the brown one.
He says the green one is his, but I say first come first served.
Flynn: I am not happy, I want to get in my green pot.
Mum can you tell Eric to go in his own pot. No, I don't want to get in his pot, I want my own.
I will sit here and sulk until he moves.