Have you noticed that when you have children you start to channel, if not your mother, then any older people who have given you advice during your life? Hence 'Aaahhh! Don't do that with the good scissors!!'. Mind you, I don't have good scissors, and If I did the kids would probably be playing with them anyway....Not that I let my children play with scissors, Officer...
Putting Captain Sparky-Pants to be last night, snuggled up reading him Dr Suess. He looks up at me, says 'I love you, suitcase' and starts laughing hysterically.
posted by Eva @ 12:27 pm
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The idea of my blog was to obsess about my boys, but I've just gone crazy with the editorial power at my fingertips, and covered electrolysis phobia, atheistic leanings, the chic-lit menace and turkeys that won't stop roosting on the verandah.... I'm telling you, it's all happening here!
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Here it comes- three is the age where the excessive silliness comes pouring out of your kids, and they delight in calling everything and anything by the wrong name!
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