Miss Mouse and the sore Foof

Ah - the joy of half-term.

Day two and other than swimming, a little light shopping, tea at friends and optician appointments, we have been taking it easy.

This afternoon, whilst upstairs sorting old clothes (a great way to enjoy annual leave)  I heard little footsteps on the stairs, then heard the little voice of #3 (who is not yet two) informing me that she had "ceem on hands mummy, ceem on hands"

I  then saw little fingers, smothered in a white substance,  rise up like ghost posts through the slats in the stairs.

Upon quickly placing her on my hip and from just the smell alone, I knew immediately that the Sudocrem pot had been left lying around.......the conversation went something like this:

• Me - "#3, what have you been doing?"
• #3 - "Put ceem on hands mummy"
• Me - "Why #3?"
• #3  - "Mousey sore foof, mousey sore foof"
• Me - Oh no...........

We then moved into the kitchen, where I discovered "Miss Mouse", her favourite woollen friend, propped up against the wall with her legs akimbo.

Miss Mouse looked something like this.....

I guess it could have been worse.....might have been a sore bottom too.