Since our trip to the Hague, Mr. Dutch Mama (who is a tall Dutch man) has become the benchmark for big things in our house, which explains this conversation.
Her: I did a big, big, big wee.
Me: OK.
Her (frowning): Probably not as big as Mr. Dutch Mama’s wee though.
Just to let you know, that I got to partake of this moment this morning because I was heaving over the toilet while she was weeing in her potty.  And while I’m being revolting, yesterday, the Princess told me that bugs look like water biscuits and I had to tell her that no, these were just water biscuits that had spent the briefest moment in her stomach and come back up into the bucket.   Anyhow, you will be delighted to hear that she has a) entirely recovered and b) gone for her nap which gives me the opportunity to lie moaning on my bed with a bucket clutched in my limp grasp.  Once I’ve finished blogging, of course.
Poor poppets – and poor you …
Oh, shame (a South Africanism which means “what a shame” rather than “be ashamed”, and now I suppose it would have been easier to just write “what a shame” than explain all this, but it’s typed now, so . . . )
Anyway. Hope that particular bug flies through the Waffles quickly.
Aw, hope you feel better soon. Little positive note: the kids recovered within the 24 hours so chances are you will be all fresh and fruity again soon too!
Hope the princess goes easy on you this afternoon!
oh dear. i agree with nynke, take heart, this cup should pass from you soon. or perhaps this basin.
Oh dear. You really shouldn’t have all had that fresh mayonnaise with the moules and frites
Of course you realise it CAN get worse…when Mr Waffle gets the bug. We all know how well men and illness go together
Thank you all very much am now fully recovered and Mr. Waffle seems, mercifully, not to have fallen ill…