Assembly

F (5) had a class assembly yesterday that parents could come to, I couldn't go, work, so my wife and Mum went along. All the kids were doing a little piece about themselves and it focus on personal attributes.

"I have blonde hair," say some of the kids together.

"I have brown hair," say some more.

"I have ginger hair," says one little girl.

F gets her turn, "I have brown hair and I wear glasses," shes quite proud of this as she's the only one in her class with specs.

Then, "My favourite colour is indigo, my favourite food is grapes and when I grow up I want to be a fairy."

Could you get any cuter?

Blow your nose

The kids have all had colds recently.

"Dad, I got a runny nose," says L.

I turn around to see two thick streams on her top lip. "Well, get a tissue and blow it then."

F's a bit older so doesn't need the prompting.

C, however, spends the whole day sniffing. "C, blow your nose," we repeat time and time again.

"Alright then," he answers before tottering off sniffing away.

About 9pm last night he wakes up groaning and empties his stomach all over his bed. It's like a scence from Ghostbusters.

Well, that's what you get with a belly full of roast potatoes and snot. BLOW YOUR NOSE.

Christmas lists

So we're talking to our three little charmers about what they want for Christmas.

C (3) comes out with the usual; dinosaurs, cars, chocolate.

F (5); Sky-dancers (no idea), costumes, Dr. Who stuff.

L (3) says, "I want a fairy sky-dancer, fairy costume, fairy Dr. Who and a cactus."

"Huh, a cattus? What's a cattus?" asks F.

Hands on hips, L replies, "Duh! It's a plant with spikes on," and then rolls her eyes.

3 going on 13.