Monday, 17 March 2008
We don't say stinky poo-poo...
I got put in the hall again today for being mean to Owlie. (sigh) Just who IS the boss in this house? Don't really need an answer to that do I? I had to sit there for two minutes with Dolly, Annabel, a stuffed mouse and a Peppa-pig slipper.
Rosie's "Cross" face is enough to turn me into the meanest Daddy-Pig, laughing at her only makes her crosser. The cross face here was earned for flicking breakfast cereal... Toast... Tea towels... Random bits of paper and a plastic egg cup.
I have taken it upon myself to teach her the finer points of our wonderful language. Teaching her to say "Turnehp" (turnip) in a west country accent is my latest triumph... She'll be scarred for life no doubt.
Oh yes... "We don't say stinky poo-poo!"
Or... Blummin' eck
Or... Bloody-hell. Silly man, who taught you to drive?!
Guilty of two of those. (holds up hand) Think the last one came from her Grandma...
She can also twist me around her little finger.
Failing that, out comes the circular saw!!!!! RARRRRR!