Sodding end!

This morning I said to my daughter "you're the sodding end," as she wound her brother up for the zillionth time.  "I like being a sodding end" came the reply!  This last comment to be topped only by her one the other day.  She had climbed into bed with me for a cuddle in the morning and I was complaining bitterly about her freezing cold feet seeking out my warm toastie body, when she had the cheek to say "just stop whining and cuddle me mama!"  Perfect bloody little parrot!!