Takes me back to the time when #Hatchling1 would frequently shout "Bobble 'at Cat!" for no apparent reason. We had no clue, nursery had no clue. A complete mystery.
Until one day we read "Mog the Forgetful Cat" and reached the bit where the grown-ups start shouting "Bother That Cat!".
#Hatchling2, unprompted: "It wasn't you [points to me], it wasn't you [points to @tobyleaf ], it wasn't you [points to #Hatchling1], it was ME!"
Everyone: "What was you?"
#H2: "Farting!"
#Hatchling1 is going through a super-clingy phase. This evening I've been yelled at because, after I'd read her the second half of a chapter book, I said I had to go do the washing up while she lay down to sleep at nearly 10pm (For context she is 7). Apparently I should have invited her down to do the washing up instead.
Anyway the best part of an hour later she's finally asleep, I'm exhausted and furious, and the washing up is not getting done
#parenting #SchoolHolidays
The most frustrating bit of taking #Hatchling1 to her swimming lesson is when she insists on meticulously drying her hands after the loo trip/hand wash.
Just before jumping into a @#$¥% swimming pool