It is widely known that I am a list writer. An organiser. A planner. Completely anally retentive. Essentially all of the things I never wanted to be.
So you can imagine my horror when on our way out to lunch today Eldest Son says with a concerned look on his face, “Mummy?” “Yes, sweetie?” Short pause. “Mummy, you did remember to pack the bibs, didn’t you?”
THE BIBS. Yes, he’s definitely my boy.
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