Following a playground incident on the 1st December which resulted in Door 2 of the Advent calendar remaining shut, we have now moved on, negotiated and experienced improved behaviour which means we are all square with Door 5.
Last night, whilst enjoying our Sunday roast, #2 asked whether #1 could sleep in her bed for the night as the "many colour" monsters would be scaring her and she needed a cwtch. (A Cwtch for those who don't know, is a welsh term used to describe a hug!).
We pointed out that they both have perfectly adequate beds and that it would be best if they slept in their own beds as it was school the next day. She went on to add "But I don't mind if #2 farts in my bed because I do!", The stifling of laughter whilst trying to remain dead-pan took its toll and I had to knock back my last little bit of red wine
Needless to say that I today changed the sheets on her bed.
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