I must admit it has been one of those mornings. I have some things I would like to get done, like the laundry, and I am growing increasingly frustrated with my children. They need milk, they need to do puzzles they can't do alone, their bear and dog need to learn to fold laundry, they need the exact toy their brother has at exactly that moment. I try to explain the ridiculous use of the word need. It's pointless. And just at the moment I think I can't handle any more, because now the "hold me, hold me" has started, they make me laugh. I was holding Campbell when he spotted some spiderman underwear and with a quick grab he shouted "hat" and started putting them on his head.
A big thanks to my dad who I am sure taught him this trick- it made me laugh.