I’m probably going to get some not-so-normal readers from this title, but this is what my post is all about today…
I have 3 boys, so a lot of good blog fodder can come from my little people. Nothing is bland and boring in our house. There is plenty to share.
I probably say “stop touching your doodle” more than anything else. If I had a dollar for every time I said it, I’d be rich and I wouldn’t be blogging 😉 I’d be on a yacht somewhere…
Oh where we we…
They cannot stop. Seriously. They can’t! It drives me mental. I’m either saying it, or grabbing their hand and moving it away from that area. They cannot watch tv with their hands by their side. I’m sure they sleep with their hands on it.
The little people in this house are obsessed with their bits.
I’m forever saying: stop touching, wash your hands, did you wash it, did you wipe it, who did this on the floor…
It doesn’t stop even when they are adults hey?
What IS the fascination? I don’t get it!
Somehow I was blessed with 3 little ‘hands-on’ boys. Don’t they say you’re given what you can handle?
Far out brussle sprout, I’m not sure I can handle this for the next 15 years until they move out…
Don’t tell me – I know it only gets worse. 😉
Have a great day! X
