Courtesy of MckMama
I am not writing this at bedtime (almost) Monday night,and i am not so tired that my eyes feel full of sand. (there, almost convinced myself)
I am a mature, grown woman, therefore was not so excited to see slime at Under 8s Day that i forced Jais hand into it, despite his protests (he does not now have a hatred of all thing slimy)
I did not have (another) argument (about bums) with my 4 year old hellraiser that went like this
mum- ‘Jai, we dont call people bumholes’
Jai “ awwww fine…youre just a poo nugget’
This afternoon i did not look out the window to see our sausage dog running up the road with a dead,squashed flat hare (rabbit) in her mouth. Because it was nearly as big as her, she did not drag it through the gate, where i had to discreetly pick it up with gloves (ew ew ew ew ) and put it in my bin (ew ew ew ) I did not loudly repeat ‘Ew Ew Ew Ew’ the whole time.
I did not perch Jai on a tree limb for a photo
He was not shrieking
I am not a total sucker for this face
I have amazing powers of resistance…..