Thursday, February 25, 2010

Inside the twisted minds of children...

Littl'un always comes into our bed at some point in the night, and then complains mightily when even littler'un wakes up for a feed and disturbs him. I asked him why he woke up every night, was he cold, was he too hot, was he unwell? He said:

"maybe there was a man in the garden".

The "maybe" freaks me out more than the man in the garden bit! And I am still no wiser...

1 comment:

  1. Came accross your page totally by accident - the next blog button proves very useful- and after Reading this blog I was reminded of my own childhood doing similar things ( my midge as I call my sister still do similar sort of things to our parents even now!) so thank you very much for your blog
    yours high in red heels
    p.s your children sound brilliant!!!!