The Not-So-Great Escape
byThe gate on our balcony is kept shut by my clever childproof ‘lock’ – two hair ties wrapped twice each around the latch. Suffice to say I now need to remove the word ‘childproof’ from any future references to it.
The gate on our balcony is kept shut by my clever childproof ‘lock’ – two hair ties wrapped twice each around the latch. Suffice to say I now need to remove the word ‘childproof’ from any future references to it.
“I give up! I quit!” Tracey said as she stomped through the kitchen.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, looking up from my book and hoping like hell it wasn’t me.
“You’ll need a new toobrush,” my wife told me. “Our youngest daughter got hold of it.”
Miss1 has a habit of cleaning the toilet with toothbrushes so we have a habit of locking the bathroom and keeping them out of her reach.
We’re always watching renovation and redecoration shows on the telly, and it seems the concept is rubbing off on some of the children. Well, on one of the children.
Now before I go any further I just want to mention Tracey is horrified I’m even telling you this story. I got it past the censors on the proviso I make things all right by the end of the post and the blame for any bits which might cause condescending frowns lands squarely in my lap. You know, the usual.
My father-in-law is not a man to play games. Monopoly would be a complete mystery to him. So when he opened the door with “Tag!” I was a little confused.
A broken leg, the flood, the vomits progressively going through the kids and back to school have all synced together to give us an exhausting week. But I could have handled that.What has undone us is our littlest miss. She had her first birthday on Tuesday (oh yes, add that to the mix as well) and has decided sleeping at night is now optional. Again, this wouldn’t have been so bad except her cot is in our room.