Under the table

Why do they insist on waggling their feet and kicking each other through every. single. meal?

This is boys’ tea time on Thursday 4pm : pre football club pasta.

I called it ‘footie’ earlier and got told it was ‘old fashioned’.

I stand corrected, Joe darling.

Anyway, by the time Henry had finished the floor was covered in pasta.

And there it sadly stayed.


I miss my dog.









5 Responses to “Under the table”

  1. bigbucketgirl Says:
    November 7th, 2008 at 8:01 am

    Oh! I miss Jessie for you.
    If she was anthing like our dogs then she was the best hoover around?

  2. ginny Says:
    November 7th, 2008 at 8:14 am


  3. Sally Says:
    November 7th, 2008 at 8:20 am

    At least they are sitting down….we spend all the time asking our 2 year old to sit on his bottom! x

  4. trashalou Says:
    November 7th, 2008 at 3:10 pm

    You wouldn’t believe what I have been reading today!!!!! And next month Hugo. Hurrah!

  5. Dawn Says:
    November 8th, 2008 at 2:26 pm

    Yum. This looks delicious! I have to try this out on our family of ice-cream-loving kids! *grin*

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