Monday, 4 October 2010
I heard on the news of Terrorist warning in Europe. I should have received one this morning before our youngest grandson arrived. He had been to nursery and was wound up like a spring. He is 18 months old and rushed around creating havoc and then stopping to do his latest party pieces. He can say Grandma and Grandad biscuit and point to the biscuit box and he can say NO. His dad recons he need a hair cut but his mum says he is far to cute with his little curls. I will need to hide the biscuits next time as after eating them he said NO to his dinner. Grandad got the blame.