Monday, January 9, 2012
The things your children say usually make you laugh.
Like when Popps tells me she has really grated her knee and her elbow is totally grated. Nothing gets grazed anymore.
Over Christmas she asked why we had to have that real tree, couldn’t we save up our money like normal people and get a plastic one? (never!)
What I don’t like hearing is this:
"I have been using your phone Mum, and looking at the photos. I had to delete lots of the ones of me, because my face looked too fat."
She is still five.
And a tiny piece of me shrivelled up and died inside.