Funniest thing this morning.
I was still in bed (out late last night at midnight swim in outdoor pool then Spinnaker after!), but Fifi was up having breakfast. She came and asked me if she could have a plum, and I said yes, but she'd need to get it herself (I'm such a good mother) so she went and got her wee stool and took it to the fridge to get her plum. I started to go back to sleep, when I heard a thump, a scream and Fifi cry out in utter desperation,
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOOO!"
Scott, just out of the shower, ran through to see what happened, and I jumped out of bed. Fifi was standing on her stool, plum in one hand, and clutching herself with the other.
"I NEED TO GO PEEPEE BUT I NEED TO EAT MY PLUUUUUM?!"
Scott and I burst out laughing. "Give me your plum and you go peepee first," he told her. She seemed genuinely relieved that there was now a plan of action for her to follow as she raced for the toilet, her plum safely waiting for her in her daddy's hands.
The difficult decisions children must make!
I would like to make a correction, it was:ReplyDelete
"OH NOOOOOOO WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOOOOO?" D:
Haha Love it!ReplyDelete
& the new look of the site!