Category Archives: Learning

Trumping etiquette

A 4 year old girl I know, was round at her granny and grandpa’s house when she announced “I just farted!” The granny was quite shocked at the word and said “no, you just let out some windy pops.”

A little while later whist playing, the girl turned back to her grandparents and told them “I just farted some windy pops!”

Hahaha out of the mouths of babes.

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Bleeding heck…

My four-year-old is doing a project at school about bodies, she’s obsessed with blood. She tells me on a daily basis, there is blood in our feet, in our hands, in our head, in our faces and in our tummies.

When I fell over last week her only concern was how much I bled, it was just a little graze on my knee but she thought Id lost pints! If she falls over, which is every other day, she’ll be fine until she sees the tiniest little drop of claret.

In a discussion about Someone that died she asked “did all their blood come out?” I think I’ve bred vampire in training.

Doesn’t Christmas go on?

Christmas must be so confusing for children, it feels like it goes on forever doesn’t it? My four-year-old asked last night why somebody still had their twinkly lights up outside the house. I tried to reply but I knew I was fighting a losing battle, trying to explain that we are currently in the 12 days of Christmas and lights don’t have to be down until January 5th, then add in the advent calendar where you open a window every day for 24 days and the fact that we went to see Father Christmas in mid November and it’s no wonder she believes that Christmas goes on longer than the X factor!

I give you……the nativity

You want your kids to grow up knowing the real meaning of Christmas. All about love and peace to the world, everyone living side by side and the nativity. My daughter has nailed it!

The best bit about school

Can I tell you my favourite thing about my daughter starting school?

No it’s not seeing her fly out of the classroom with the biggest smile when I come to collect her or when she flings her arms around me for the biggest cuddles. It’s not the stories of finding aliens in the playground with her friends and the drama around it. It’s not even when she sings me 10 green bottles at bed time, just because she knows that new song will buy her an extra 5 minutes.

I’ll tell you what it is, been the bane of my evenings for years, my favourite bit of her going to school is not having to make sandwiches!