1. Souvenirs
2. Secrets
3. Something Special
I am absurdly pleased with my little silver tooth box. Son 1 aged 5y 5m found it under my pillow this morning. I am afraid I am going to have it engraved. By a nanotechnician with very small fingers. Why doesn’t anyone else have rampant pangs over the loss of the first baby tooth? Are you guys all just throwing them out as soon as you’ve done your Tooth Fairy duty? And Nanna! Come here and be called to account! What happened to my first tooth?
Ahem. Anyway. Son 1 was up late; Son 2 aged 2y 5m was a little darling. He chats and chats, with an occasional stop for “I wan’ cuddle.” He had Sugar Puffs and raspberries for breakfast. Torrential rain. New shoes were called for – my others are either suedey, nubucky, or frankly not watertight. Time for my new black shiny patent leather courts. A new pair of shoes is always a Good Thing. And I can’t wait to put Black Shiny Patent Leather into the blog tags. I back up this blog on another site, and you should see the amount of visits I get from the post I did about my Hold Ups.
I got out for a late lunch and tripped round down in my new shoes looking for a present for a friend’s soon-to-be seven year old. In the end I had to give up and ring the mother. Ben 10 Lego, apparently. The Man, who is the expert builder, says Bionicles are far better than Ben 10 Lego, which he says is boring. But another Spider Monkey it is. From Tesco, because now we’ve lost Woolworths and the Independent Toy Shop, there aren’t many places left in the Big Town to buy toys. And guess what. I mastered the Self Service Scanner. It was a bit snobby about my TK Maxx carrier bag, but apart from that I did all right. And for my next trick I really will work out how to get pictures out of my digital camera.
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