A Brazilian anyone?
I have been spending excessive amounts of time with my children this weekend. He who helped create them had a few things to check off his list for the weekend: fix fridge, watch rugby and of course catch the football, so consequently I had to care for our offspring.
We have spent a lot of time chatting which is always dangerous with my older two and we reached the topic of age and how it affects us.
Twin boy informed me that he couldn’t wait to be ‘growned up’ as then he could buy any Moshlings he wanted. He also told me that he would never make his bed, wash his dinner plate or dust his room so he is going to make a cracking husband one day.
Twin girl is clearer in her ambitions for when she gets older; and she like me believes she can defeat the ageing process by merely wishing it away.
“I am not getting older mummy,” she declared, ” because they you have to have hair on your gina and that’s disgusting…”
When she is (much) older I will introduce her to the concept of a brazilian!