My son's 'tan' wiped off his legs. 😂
Sign of a child having had a fun day! ❤️
Happy Father's Day to my father and the father of my sparkler children!
May you have a wonderful day (of doing not much to my father, to maybe to doing a little less than usual to my husband, as far as I can go, I'm afraid!)
Sporting the Father's Day t-shirt present. We all got a special lie in this morning until 6.45!! 🤗
A great reminder. It's so easy to forget what I remember so clearly as a child in terms of my own needs. The innocence of genuinely wanting to understand why or what for, and the absolute confusion when a parent became angry at my wilfulness or questioning. "Because I said so," meant nothing to me. It made me lose respect for the parent in that moment. A clear answer, or even "I'm sorry I don't have time to go through why right now, ask me later" would have been much better for me.
Son was telling me he'd been having nightmares about monsters in the garden, that look like me and my husband, but are blue and eat small children! 😳 I asked what veggies they like, none, but they do like strawberries, so we're going to always have a supply of strawberries so that they don't eat him and his sister. 😂
So my daughter was asking me about the children "up there" this morning. Took me ages to realise she didn't mean on the roof of the car, but in the clouds. She insisted these children live in the clouds and she was worried that they were thirsty, but could maybe drink rain water (which I suggested and which made her happy). I asked where the children had come from and she said they used to live in homes with their mummies and daddies, and now they live in the clouds with the other children. Such a lovely and random conversation. I love the minds of my little people.
Me: you really like being outdoors and barefoot, don't you?
Two year old daughter: yeah, I do!
Me: with your feet in the squishy mud, and the grass under your feet...
Daughter: yeah! And the poopies in my toes!
(Damn all the dog owners who don't pick up their dog's poops).