1999: Woke mum in her bed with my cold feet but soon got them warm again on mum’s legs. We snuggled back down for a while until I managed to get her up by uttering the magic words. What I didn’t tell her is I’d already started, so when she quickly took off my nappy it all fell on her foot. Luckily she saw the funny side of it. Phew! Had mum running up and down the stairs today (well you have to try it out with them all don’t you) and on one occasion I actually sat on the loo for 5 minutes, but no action, so mum gave up. I wanted to stay upstairs and play and Mum went down, two minutes later – oh no – “Mum, Mum, Poo”. Eventually, on the third shout she came upstairs; too late I’m afraid it was all over the landing. Well that will teach her to listen to me in the first place. Went over the town today. I wanted to get out and jump in the puddles, but unfortunately mum just doesn’t have any sense of adventure and she seemed to think that just pushing the buggy through the puddles would suffice. I couldn’t be bothered to argue, so I just pretended it was fun. On the way back we went to the burger van and ordered two bacon rolls, and I happily munched mine on the way home and I ate two whole bites.
2019: What can I say? I’d eat both bacon rolls right now and mum still does not listen to me – although I am usually right and its now me saying “see. I told you so”. Check out her ditzy blog to get a better understanding of what I have to put up with!