Thursday, October 13, 2005

I've been told

I told the Small(er) One off this morning for throwing porridge at the ceiling.

Firstborn threw her arms around the Small(er) One, glared at me reproachfully and bellowed, "Mummy! She's only a baby!"

Then they both gave me the hairy eyeball and trotted off hand in hand, no doubt to plot evil doings upon this household.

Oh, how the worm has turned...

1 comment:

WDKY said...

Mine do that. They plot, I'm sure of it.