Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,
WHEN (said with bated breath)...
All of a sudden my eyelids were peeled back and a little voice said, "Are you awake yet Mummy?" After trying to pretend I wasn't, and a few groans from the lump next to me, we departed for the kitchen and a very early breakfast. Well that took all of 10 minutes...now what do I do with my boy?
A desire on his part to "recycle", and a desire on my part to keep the rest of the family asleep, coupled with some supplies from various cupboards , a roll of sticky tape and some stretched creativity muscles resulted in...
A rubbish man...
A recycling bin...
A rubbish truck...
A petrol station...
And a very happy six year old.
Plus a very grateful husband for a bit of a sleep-in after his first hockey game of the season the day before.
Hehe, H was very impressed! At what age do they stop playing with boxes....?
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