I had all three kids over at the flat for the first time on Saturday for a sleepover, including Niamh’s first ever visit.
She spent the first ten minutes running round all the rooms opening every drawer and cupboard she could find. Her favourite room was the kitchen.
Open drawer, open drawer, open drawer – knives and stuff, boring. Close them all. Open cupboard, pots and pans, meh. Open cupboard…
Close cupboard move on, come back to that one a minute later and…
Exclaimed in the kind of way that a two year old would convey the sentence “Holy shitsnacks! They’re STILL BLOODY THERE!”
Ah, for the days when a simple tuber excited me so.