Wednesday, 11 February 2009

He

snorts, he farts, he sractched his bottom in bed and then demands breakfast at 5:45am. Furthermore he demands meaningful conversation at such a time (does it actually exist?). No, I am not talking about my hubby, I am talking about my (darling) son. I had the pleasure of his company in bed a few nights ago. Now to try and wean him off this special "treat".

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