Children can get a little obsessive over certain toys, food and activities. You have to laugh otherwise it’s entirely possible the white coats will turn up.
The Dinosaur Book
I once viewed this book as a fresh alternative to the hell that was Tinyrannosaurus and the Neversaurus on high repeat. I can now read this backwards in my sleep and when I hear the demands for the “egg book” at night, my eyes well up with tears. What makes it all worse is my son has now cottoned onto the “turn five pages at once” trick.
I don’t know who it was at Westfield that allowed the temporary installation of a kite stall but I want them to suffer. Where I once envisaged teaching Mini Savage to fly a kite in the park, I now know the reality to be tantrums over whether he can take this monstrosity into the bath.
I was initially excited to play with the Octopod, now it’s just another piece of wasteful plastic that hurts like hell when you trip over it. I have taken to amusing myself with Barnacle since he really is a bossy piece of work.
When I hear the words “lots of food in my lunchbox” something inside me dies. I swear I fill this thing up twenty-five times a day and I’m pretty sure whoever makes Corn Thins had a bumper year last year. Once upon a time I shopped at markets and cooked mussells in wine and garlic.
Okay, so I’ll admit this was fun for the first five minutes where I pretended to be a member of Pseudo Echo, now words can’t describe the pain.
Linking up with Jess from Diary of a SAHM