Children are distressingly honest. A frequent plea is “Mummy, can I play with your pizza dough tummy”. How I wish I was making this up. Frequent “Mummy, your teeth are yellow” comments led to a recent trip to the dentist for a clean and polish. Upon my return, I was told, “They’re still yellow.” I blame the Americans.
On the plus side, the other morning Daniel said to me, “Mummy you look beautiful, your dress is lovely, everyone at work will say you are beautiful. I also like your sparkly eye-shadow.”
you will miss this when they get better at lying 😉
Aw! I hope everyone in work did say you were beautiful.
Maybe I will miss it, maybe I won’t. No, nobody said I was beautiful, on the other hand, no one laughed at my pizza dough tummy either.