“I got dickers!” Miss3 announced to her mum when we arrived home from the hospital at midnight. Being given stickers is the toddler equivalent of winning a chook raffle. It was all we could do to stop her from racing in and waking her siblings.
“Knee butter!” screamed Miss2 for the umpteenth time. It was 5.00am and we’d been at this for nearly half an hour. I was seriously regretting not pretending to be asleep when she stumbled into our room so my wife could have got up and sorted this out.