The baby food had been served so hot that it took the skin clean off his foot. It burned my hand as I wiped it away. We immediately summoned a waitress who brought a bowl of cold water, clean jay cloths and the manager. Poor PK was stripped down to his nappy, his foot placed in a bowl of cold water, and cold water from another bowl was constantly applied to his chest while we waited for the ambulance to arrive.
Here we are on a Friday evening, kids playing, adults happily listening to music from my car playlist which has, this evening, decided to play lots of things we haven’t heard for aaaaages. It’s all good. And then PK gets excited about the fact that he doesn’t wear nappies anymore,[…]
My kids often say odd, weird, funny, out of the blue things, and I usually forget to make a note of them, which is a shame, because I suspect I could write a book based on the things they say. Today though, I am here, making a note[…]
This was the question this evening from the back of the car, courtesy of not-quite-six-year-old Plum. Not really a question I was expecting, or equipped to answer whilst navigating a busy four-way junction at rush hour. After a moment’s thought and having safely cleared the traffic, we discussed[…]
Today was the first full rehearsal for Plum’s dance show at the end of next week. It’s quite a big affair – two sell out shows at Mansfield Palace Theatre, each lasting over two hours, as everyone who attends the dance school performs on stage, from tiny tots[…]