“I’m friggin’ bored over here,” Miss4 shocked us by muttering the other day. She was sitting in a seat at the front of the bus and at first we weren’t entirely sure what she’d said. Or rather, we were hoping we’d misheard.
“I think she needs a nappy changed,” Tracey told me on Sunday morning as Miss2 waddled by with a nappy so full it was bobbing along between her knees like a bee’s stinger. It was full in the same way the Titanic has taken on a little water.