My oldest daughter is a bouncing ball full of bubbling energy who flies through life experiencing a rainbow of emotions. She finds it impossible to tell a lie, her face becomes a roadmap of fibs which all end in the final destination of giggles, and she says some flipping marvellous things without ever looking to disguise the truth.
Recently she burst through the school dates with papers flying behind her, she threw open her arms and leapt into a hug and declared;
“Mummy, today was fabulous, I had so much fun, I laughed and laughed until I did a wee in my pants and now I am wearing school knickers and we have to wash them later.”
She then detached from my arms and hopped on an imaginary pony and galloped off to frolic with friends.
Her desire to confess all overwhelms her, she is terrified of being caught in a fib and to avoid a ‘telling off’ she frequently reveals all.
Today she sprung in with the sun and disappeared upstairs to play; then she returned, a sheepish look spreading over her face with a smile of guilt flickering on her lips.
She approached he who helped create them,
“Daddy” she sang, dragging out the last syllable in a way that suggested she was about to admit to one of the seven deadly sins, “Daddy, I need to tell you something.”
My husband’s eyes flicked up from the computer, “yes” he enquired.
“well,” she continued “I am sorry to say I did a large trump and I have pooped my pants.”
Got to love the honesty!
consequently I made myself scare….
apparently said pants are now in the bin!
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