A Brazilian anyone?
twins
Sniffing each other’s bottoms
Thursday night is swimming night. The whole evening tends to be a mad panic from the moment the school bell chimes right through to when the last child finally stops rabbi ting on and closes their eyes and drifts off to the land of nod.
Education is ruining my son….
It was with a heavy heart that I rifled through my paperwork to find the number for my home insurance. I was surprised that I didn’t know it by heart because since Twin Boy and Rabid Hound moved in I am remarkably good terms with Nigel in the call centre.
I want to change my children
I grew you, do you know that?
I grew you from being smaller than a spec of sand. Your fingers and thumbs were defined within me; your hearts starting beating next to my own. You all first sucked your thumbs safe inside my chocolate filled belly; you were created with a passion and sustained by love.
What my family does to smokers…
Driving home from an afternoon at a friend’s house today I decided to use the time wisely and attempt to explain the concept of laws to my two six-year olds. It started off well as I explained that a law is like a rule but if you break a law you can be arrested and sent to jail. This did seem to cause my two a little distress as they started to panic about occasions in the past where they may have bent a law and they seemed to fear that should their past misdemeanours be found out they would be spending the rest of their days in striped pajamas getting a stripey tan through a barred window.