We all know that when it comes to women who blog, there’s really only two types. And they’re both crap. By special request. Here she is again.
Anyone else get sick of being asked “What’s for dinner?”
What do you say?
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Isn’t that why they started putting screw caps on wine bottles, so even the very little ones can poor Mummy a glass of wine?
ps. From what age do you suggest introducing the corkscrew?
We have one of those corkscrews that just requires a continuous twist. I love that corkscrew.
I don’t know why my kids insist on asking this question every day as I always give them the same answer…shit sandwiches!! Yep, nothing but class all the way in our house! Loved the Super Busy Mummy Blogger’s interview today! S x
My mother used to tell us “Shit on a shovel”. At least I offer it on a plate.
Years ago I asked my lot what they fancied for afters and nobody said anything. So I didn’t make anything … At least your super busy mummy blogger gives them poo …
Love it!
I love Super Busy Mummy Blogger, a woman after my own heart!
Wow! Our kids don’t realise how good they have it! They get the posh version; poo on toast! You should have seen M’s face the first time I gave her Nutella-priceless!
Wow! Our kids don’t realise how good they have it! They get the posh version; poo on toast! You should have seen M’s face the first time I gave her Nutella-priceless!
Ours was poo on a stick! he he he
When my kids get under my feet I threaten to put them up for adoption. Once when they were being particularly testing I told them I was going to swap our kids with a friends family. All their faces lit up when they thought the gorgeous Maree was going to be their mum. I had to physically stop them packing their overnight bags!
Airy pie and windy pudding, from my mother and my grandmother. I later added poo pie to the menu.
“A little naked nothing” is what my father used to say (sounds funnier in French). “Un petit rien tout nu.”
“Hisse met lang ore”. Something imaginary with long ears and chicken teeth. Can you tell we’re carnivores? Even our imaginary food is meat.