Since our trip to the Hague, Mr. Dutch Mama (who is a tall Dutch man) has become the benchmark for big things in our house, which explains this conversation.
Her: I did a big, big, big wee.
Her (frowning): Probably not as big as Mr. Dutch Mamaâ€™s wee though.
Just to let you know, that I got to partake of this moment this morning because I was heaving over the toilet while she was weeing in her potty. Â And while Iâ€™m being revolting, yesterday, the Princess told me that bugs look like water biscuits and I had to tell her that no, these were just water biscuits that had spent the briefest moment in her stomach and come back up into the bucket. Â Â Anyhow, you will be delighted to hear that she has a) entirely recovered and b) gone for her nap which gives me the opportunity to lie moaning on my bed with a bucket clutched in my limp grasp. Â Once Iâ€™ve finished blogging, of course.