Kids are such a delight. My four-year-old ambushed us in bed at 5.45am this morning, climbing over us to nag us awake. “Mommy, can you bring a facecloth,” she said. “My arse is stuck together.”
Oh no, I thought. “Did you do a poo?”
“Noooooooo,” she wailed in exasperation.
“But why’s your arse stuck together?”
The girls put on their hats and sunblock and went out to play
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