I have just been upstairs. Summoned by a very anxious Emily, who is convinced her finger is on the floor. It's always slightly surreal to be told that a body part is on the floor and that I MUST find it.
The astute amongst you will probably realise my little nutter has broken off part of her fingernail and dropped it. This is a recurring theme here - she will pick skin off her lip, flick it and tell me her lip has fallen off, or she will pick her nose, lose a bogey and have a tantrum of epic proportion. It makes me quite grateful that she hasn't yet pooed on the toilet....
1 comment:
That's hilarious!
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