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.
Friday, November 7th, 2008 at 7:51 am
This post is filed under Home.
You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
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?
November 7th, 2008 at 8:14 am
x
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
November 7th, 2008 at 3:10 pm
You wouldn’t believe what I have been reading today!!!!! And next month Hugo. Hurrah!
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*