No really? What happens, because I have no flipping idea. I picked up Boy Three and Boy Two from nursery today with high hopes of a freshly cooked supper and a contented evening. Boy Two was in the holiday afterschool club – not ACTUAL nursery – under huge sufferance and in a big strop. But boy Three was […]
45/365 The heart of a sneaky move
When I picked Boy Three up from nursery today. He did his usual, wonderful hurtle through from whatever game he was playing to grasp me around the thighs. Then he led me to the table where today’s masterpieces were waiting for collection. Red fairy cakes were individually wrapped in little bags beside pink decorated cards. “To […]
Brotherly love… death is not enough
This charming notice has appeared on Boy One’s bedroom door. Interesting to note that moron was rejected in favour of baboon and that death is not enough as the ultimate threat appears to be the naking of his stuff. UPDATE: An expert handwriting decoder (AKA a primary teacher) reckons the ultimate threat is braking his stuff. […]