Rude words and why Baby G thinks we can’t say them at school.Last week, my big kids each had a friend over to play. Baby G was feeling left out because the big girls wanted alone time sans little sister, so I suggested she go play with the boys, who are good-natured and would probably include her. She happily skipped off to Little Man’s room and I got busy cooking dinner, enjoying this peaceful moment to myself and patting myself on the back for engineering it. After a while, I realised she hadn’t come back so I went to check up on her and the boys. I peeped around the doorway to Little Man’s bedroom and saw him and his little mate jumping of the bed and shouting rude words at the top of their lungs (as 8 year old boys do) followed by raucous laughter. Baby G, of course, was howling with laughter and joining in. Of course. Read the rest of this entry
Today was the day your moment of truth. You’ve been waiting and hoping to lose this loose tooth.
You could hardly believe it, you cried (with joy…) you danced round the garden screaming “Oh boy!”
In front of the mirror you examined your teeth, some gaps on the top and some underneath.
And then you got busy writing a note so that the tooth fairy would give you her vote.