Well seeing as we're still here I might as well jot down some guff. (Can you jot on a keyboard?) There was a pile of scribbled on paper when I returned from work last night and went to flick through what appeared to be and was Bethany's handiwork from nursery. The paint splodge on purple craft paper had Bethany's name on it and the date but the other works of art were "signed" Finlay and had various dates. Realizing that the nursery had been over enthusiastic in handing out the art I thought about contacting the Tate to see if they would be interested in taking Finlay's creations off my hands after briefly considering adding them to the recycling. In the end I decided it was probably best to take them back to the nursery in case Finlay's parents wished to see the fruits of his labours although the thought did cross my mind that maybe they already had and had started to sneak unwanted scribbles into other children's piles.
This morning as I tried to have a quick tread of the paper before going to work Bethany had other ideas and wanted to play. This was fine and she was happy enough until she bit my leg through my jeans. The shock made me cry out causing Alison to rush in and who seemed more upset by the incident than me. After scolding her she inevitably started crying and it was more than we could manage to feel sorry for her and give her a cuddle.
As I finished work earlier with it being overtime she was still up when I got in and although a little surprised she ran towards me laughing. The thought that things don't get better than this was soon dispelled as she ran past me and attempted to climb in her pushchair. She was still happy to see me and we cuddled before she was put to bed. Perhaps it was paranoia from the earlier incident but I could have sworn that she made to bite my shoulder. I know that she likes her food but this is getting ridiculous.
This morning as I tried to have a quick tread of the paper before going to work Bethany had other ideas and wanted to play. This was fine and she was happy enough until she bit my leg through my jeans. The shock made me cry out causing Alison to rush in and who seemed more upset by the incident than me. After scolding her she inevitably started crying and it was more than we could manage to feel sorry for her and give her a cuddle.
As I finished work earlier with it being overtime she was still up when I got in and although a little surprised she ran towards me laughing. The thought that things don't get better than this was soon dispelled as she ran past me and attempted to climb in her pushchair. She was still happy to see me and we cuddled before she was put to bed. Perhaps it was paranoia from the earlier incident but I could have sworn that she made to bite my shoulder. I know that she likes her food but this is getting ridiculous.
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