Spent most of Saturday morning watching my daughter in a horse riding competition. I don’t get horse riding at all. Horses terrify me and smell horrible. I stood in the rain, with a few other bedraggled looking parents, unable to open our umbrellas because they frightened the horses. She was asked to dress as a Royal. All the other girls looked elegant, dressed as The Queen, or Zara Phillips. My daughter decided to dress up as Henry VIII (why?), but we slightly failed to produce the full regalia. We couldn’t find a red beard. Instead she found a small ginger moustache and a tiara that she perched on top of her riding hat. From a distance, she looked completely normal. But when the woman doing the video came up to me and said “which one is your daughter?” I found myself having to reply “the one with the moustache”.
Have just given my six year old a bath and put him off to bed. Another tooth fell out this weekend, but he doesn’t want to give this one to the Tooth Fairy he wants to keep it. As he lay in the bath he said, “do you know, I think I’ve lost weight. Do you know how I can tell that? Because my willy looks bigger. Fat people have very small willies” .
July 2, 2007 at 5:30 pm
Hey there Lulu, That’s very amusing. Am impressed too that you have been doing your homework properly – unlike me. All looks good. GG
July 2, 2007 at 8:53 pm
Funny, you’ve come back to teeth too. I always used to love the smell of horses, now I content myself with dog. I was married to a fat man once, your son is correct.