I say: S, can you run upstairs and tell the others that supper's ready?.
S doesn't move, other than to turn slightly towards the door:
L! A! Supper's ready!!!!
She's a helpful child, is S.
Life: Just not always how I plan it.
I know. I'm sorry. I hate these word recognition, are you a robot, guff things too, but having just got rid of a large number of ungrammatical and poorly spelt adverts for all sorts of things I don't want, and especially don't want on my blog, I'm hoping that this will mean that only lovely people, of the actually a person variety, will comment.
So please do. Comments are great...
Are your children turning into mine?
ReplyDeleteIt would be lovely if they did...
Deleteps aside from the fact that that would involve sex changes and losing one of them.
DeleteI'm just a little bit proud...
ReplyDeleteIs it your fault? We will have words...
DeleteWe (4 of us) used to drive our mother nuts doing exactly the same thing...
ReplyDeleteI suspect so did we. I will apologise to my mum later.
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