Dig: Hurry up! We are late! Where is mummy?
Grit: Squirrel, stop that. Shark, let go of my leg. Tiger, put that down. Where is daddy?
Shark: Will there ever be something to eat?
Squirrel: Will there ever be something to drink?
Tiger: Are we there yet?
Ad infinitum.
I feel your pain... thought the majority of talking comes from my daughter. She's a talker, especially before I've had my coffee...ugh.
ReplyDeleteHi Grit
ReplyDeleteHope you enjoy your holiday. Please note on your return that I have recommended your blog for an award. I do this because I think you deserve it rather than, say, in the hopes you'll bring me back something nice from duty-free.
Came here via a comment you left on a friend of mine's blog and glad I did. Love the fish photo, and the sink and, don't worry, not remotely tempted to home educate (yeah, I read down a few) I know we'd descend into a massive amount of sofa sitting, interspersed with making sandwiches, and not dally overly with geography. Hope good hols.
ReplyDeleteSeems like you've been gone ages. I'm in withdrawl for a Grit story. Hope all are having fun. Look forward to your return.
ReplyDeleteHello all, stumbling out of the desert (OK then, Dubai duty free), I have ten minutes to catch up on blogland.
ReplyDeleteI am in the first place humbled that people come to this blog to read about the back gate falling off, and second I am delighted that a blog which devotes itself to such matters might really be recommended for award status.
I may have to go and have a little blub.
And then I will be back, newly inspired, next week.