Blimey, it's November! I'll make this short and sweet as I'm starting NaNoWriMo today and I must write my first chapter and 2,500 words!! But while I back up my computer for the next 20 mins I thought I'd chat.
The 5yo is officially the 6yo today and I'm pleased to announce that he has backed off the idea of being called Fizzy-Whizzy. That is a relief, as today is the first day back after half term and we were forced to travel to school in Dizzy Disco (the smelly old Discovery) and, at 7:30am, I just wasn't up to saying
'Fizzy-Whizzy get in Dizzy,' one hundred times....
On the way to school the 8yo and the 6yo had a conversation:
'.........they were punished and had to do lines because they said a swear word,' said the 8yo. 'It was the worst one too........'
The 6yo sucked in breath, horrified by the very thought..... I too held my breath hoping the conversation would stop there. No. Such. Luck.
'What was the word?' The 6yo asked.
'No thank you!' I said looking at the 8yo in the rear view mirror. 'I don't want to hear any bad words!'
'Can't say,' she said to him sadly.
'Bet I know,' said he quietly. '......Was it toilet brush?'
The 8yo's face said it all. 'That's not EVEN a swear word!'
6yo corrected himself..'Oh yes, I know that! Was it Peanut Head?'
She stared icily and I prayed she wouldn't educate him further.
'I'm not even speaking to you now...' was all she could muster.
We had a splendid half term. Friends invited us to their beach house on the Welsh Coast; it was a stunning break but now I'm back, raring to write....
I'll let you know how many words I do daily and keep you abreast of Mummy Hen. By my calculations (always utterly pants!) we may have hatching chicks in 8 days!! Cute.
Have a good day nowwww.....