Singing and Farting

This morning was a typical morning in our house. We had a restful night no terrors and no screaming throughout the night.

Mr L left for work at the ungodly hour that he leaves, I am still fast asleep when he leaves I am never totally sure what that time is its around 5.30 I think! But needless to say for once Baba didn’t wake at the same time, and we both slept until my alarm went off at 7.45. I heard the alarm and rolled over expecting to see Baba who was still asleep.

I rejoiced in the silence, and just laid still not wanting him to wake him if he was still sleeping. That silence is golden in our house when there is an opportunity for it, you don’t let it go unnoticed as it is such a rarity. And then…

“I’ve farted Mummy”

Is being shouted across the house. Nice what a lovely way to wake up to the world. I decide to not respond, big mistake.

“I’ve farted Mummy” even louder this time. So I need to respond otherwise this will get louder and louder, “oh OK”

That seems to be what he needs, I hear the thudding of little feet, (whoever said children pitter patter lied they thud) and in walks Baba. He gets on the bed and starts to sing…

“The wheels on the white bus go round and round, my winky on the bus goes round and round…”

Give me strength!