Last night for supper I thought we'd have baked potatoes with all the trimmings...all the trimmings of the salad patch, I mean!!
Just before going into town to get Eldest and friend I pulled out the potato basket and lo! nary a spud in the house! Some supper!
Its all very well having children old enough to scavenge, I mean fend, for themselves, but when they leave my cupboards in a similar state to Mrs Hubbard's, then I have a problem. Luckily I was able to get potatoes at the petrol station on the way home.
We had a near miss one morning last week with Youngest; she arrived into our room just after the Hub had brought tea and flung herself down on the bed in drama queen mode. For the first time in years the Hub had made a pot of tea (instead of mugs) and her head narrowly missed hitting the pot.
I was horrified and exclaimed that I didn't want to spend the rest of the month in the hospital with her scalded, and what would the doctors think? Youngest's answer went something along the lines of:
'Well if I can sprain my ankle jumping out of a tree and crack my wrist dancing on a see-saw, I don't think they'll be too surprised if I scald myself by head-butting the tea pot!'
As you can tell, she's a regular visitor in Out-Patients!!