Hanging out at the five f's blog I found a post that called to me in the same way as my children. Not tugging the heartstrings or making me wipe a tear of love away, but the eternall call of the child...
(But) WHYYYY? other wise known as "mummy, why does...?" Sick of my children's "whys", I've decided to ask a few of my own too.
1. Why do you not bother speaking to me until you can see I'm on the phone to someone?
2. Why do you always wait until 8pm to tell me about the picnic you need for tomorrow, or the white tshirt and red trousers for your school show?
3. Why do you wait until I'm in the bath to smash something in the kitchen?
4. Why do you need to go to the toilet EVERY TIME we are late leaving the house?
5. Why can't you make friends with people that live within walking distance? The village is full of kids, why do you need a lift to all your friends' houses?
6. Why do you always tell me to "LOOK!" when I'm driving or in a different room?
7. Why do you stuff wrappers and cherry pips under the sofa? Do you really think they will disappear of their own accord?
8. Why do I love you so bloody much?
