So this is really just a shameless attempt to publicise this blog!!!!!
It’s also a test of whether I’ve linked everything up properly, eg this blog to my new Facebook page ‘Have a laugh on me’. Which I’d love you to pleasseeee like, note the double positives and begging tone.
There is also a ‘follow’ or ‘follow via email’ button on my blog home page somewhere so please click it and then you’ll get these slice of life blogs sent to you automatically.
If you want you can also share with anyone who deserves to feel better about their parenting skills and have a laugh at mine.
But wait there’s more, you haven’t waste your time reading this extremely self-serving blog, I do have a very funny incident to share.
Last night the Husband was bathing No.2, who is recently fully toilet trained and has a great fascination with wee/poo and private parts.
In fact, he has to inspect the entire family’s ‘offerings’ in the bathroom, if you catch my drift. (sorry to those delicate people out there).
Anyhow it was hair washing time and I hear some screaming coming from the bath – which isn’t unusual – but then the words ‘no poo no poo’.
Most parents have had to scoop a turd out of the bath water at some stage (I admit it’s not something people usually talk about) so I was expecting to get the gloves and go fishing.
As I approached I could hear No.2 saying over and over, “No dad, don’t put poo in my hair”. He sounded quite terrified.
It took the Husband and I awhile to click that he had confused – “It’s time to put shampoo in your hair” with “it’s time to put poo in your hair”.
You should have seen the look of relief on the face of my big blue-eyed boy when he realised he wasn’t about to get a big pile of shit massaged into his blonde locks.