
I am, of course, referring to that little face peeking out.
Tales of the unexpected with The Boy, my pride and joy.

I am, of course, referring to that little face peeking out.

My dad was trimming the twisted willow for me as it grows at a ridiculous rate of about a foot a week in weather like this! I was directing him, but The Boy decided to take over and was doing a much better job of it!
Mr. TheBoyandMe decided to try and teach The Boy which was his left hand and which was his right.
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I'm linking this up to Thinly Spread's 'The Funny Things Kids Say and Do'

Rubbish day today, felt like a bad mother all afternoon. However, who knew that a 45p hat from Tesco could make The Boy and me ('scuse the pun) smile quite so much?

Is it just me or does he look like he's playing snooker not mini-golf?
I'm a rubbish mother! I forgot to add The Boy's Project 52 last weekend. I'm going to blame the fact that we were away. Here it is (back-dated to the right day).



