The sprogs are eating pobs, it must be winter.

Granted, I’m steering clear of the culinary evil that it pobs, but the wee sprogs and The Slave are happy for me to make it. They think it’s a treat. Sick sick people.

Normally Tuesdays and Thursdays are my days to get the house in order and catch up on writing while the sprogs are at their g’anny. Everyone’s sick today though, so they are home and making me laugh so much my cheeks hurt.

Noa is pretending Tanith is an alien monster (not a stretch of the imagination, to be sure, but I digress) and shooting her with a lego harpoon. The dialogue, between tiny tot giggling, is pretty much hysterical.

Noa “No! The alien monster is coming! I must shoot it!”

Tanith *giggles, roars and screeches, then gets shot with said lego arrow. Giggles some more*

Noa “It’s gone to LONDONS!!! I need to go on an aeroplane!!”

Tanith *rawr*

Noa “TOKEEYO IS DESTROYED! NOW IT’S DESTROYING THE CAPE TOWN!!!”

Tanith *eats winnie the pooh learning card*

Me “Uh, try not to eat that.” *has stroke of genuis and makes tiny jam sandwich men with currant eyes* “Here, eat these instead.”

Both children *WTF*

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and I have another 1441 words on MTD, bringing the wordcount to: 15 130/ 100 000

Sweet.


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