Communication with your small child can be waltzing into a witty wonderland.
They may get older but some things haven’t changed!
I have made no secret of my love of yummies. Treats are treats. Sometimes they are a gluttony. Other times they are a necessity.
I also try very hard to be ‘good’ and I am always very ‘good’ in front of my children. I encourage that treats for them are healthy. Am I a saint? Unlike that godly lady, Mother Teresa, no.
So the other day, after eight classes teaching English in a sweltering classroom on a humid day, with the thud of a sinus pain in the back of my head, swinging its rucksack as it marched cheerily alongside PMT in a war against my sanity, I needed to eat.
Problem was, I wanted cheese. Chocolate. Fizzy pop. All things that make sinus sing a louder song of pain. That didn’t matter. PMT had sinus by the neck. I needed the nasty naughties.
I tried to do it secretly.
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