Porky, but not Pregnant.

There are moments in life when only a three year old can ease the tensions in a situation.

On Saturday we attempted to buy the tapware for the bathroom renovation. Mr H had allocated a budget for the taps and was hoping to stay within a few dollars of this tight budget.

We started arguing discussing the tap issue and the salesman raised his eyebrows and silently crept away.

I couldn't understand why Mr H wouldn't be buying a mixer tap. He was stuck with wanting two old style taps for the shower.

As we argued talked between clenched teeth, Immy and Popps were rolling eyes about how bored they were and then Immy walked over, patted me on the tummy and said "Wow, Mummy is having a baby, look Mummy, you are having a BABY!"

Mr H simply buckled over from trying not to laugh out loud. I do believe I saw tears in his eyes from laughing so much.

Conversation over. Mr H could no longer look me in the eye without hysterical laughter.

We soon left Bunnings minus any taps or toilets and headed to the next bathroom wares distributors on the list. Mr H silently choking on his own laughter still. Two hours later and we had everything we needed.

The taps were only $795 over Mr H's budget, so, um, guess who's laughing now...yes that would be me (otherwise known as porky but not pregnant, belly).

If you need me anytime soon I will be either consoling myself with a packet of tim tams or attempting to run around the block to lose this belly.


(There is no image to display on this post, it would need to be either taps or tummys, so, nothing to look at here, move along.)