Wot So Funee: Daddy
There’s a long standing agreement in our house that if something gets broken I will say “let’s ask Daddy to fix it when he gets home” which is really code for “I’ll put it in the bin when you’re not looking and we’ll never speak of it again!”
Apparently though, this week Daddy did actually fix something which was broken! Meg proudly brought me one of her princess shoes which had (apparently) being ‘rattling’ – she had asked Daddy to fix it and hey presto, now it wasn’t rattling any more!
“Sometimes, Mummy…” she informed me, “Daddy is a very good boy.”
“I see, Meg.” I replied, “and what is he when he isn’t being a good boy?”
She rolled her eyes, let out a big sigh and replied “hopeless.”
Oh dear Daddy, seems Meg has got the measure of you already!! Although I suspect that may always have been the case…here’s a photo of a discussion I walked in on when Meg was just two years old. She definitely looks like the one laying down the rules!