There's nothing like hyperthyrodism, a cold and the Oscars to make a woman feel unattractive. Every time I catch my reflection in the mirror I wonder who this bug-eyed, pasty-faced old woman is. Having to endure the inevitable red carpet Oscar photos of skinny women looking ridiculously glamorous does not help. (Thank God that occasionally they just look ridiculous.)
This is why it was particularly gratifying, when I came downstairs today ready for work, that Rory sidled up and said "You beautiful, Mummy" totally unprompted.
Eat my shorts, Charlize Theron...
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Biology Lesson
"Mummy, I got a willy."
"Yes, Rory. You do"
"You got a willy, Mummy?"
"No, because I'm a girl. Girls don't have willies."
"Daddy's got a willy."
"Yes."
"Cos daddy is a boy!"
"That's right."
"Rory's got a small willy. Daddy's got a BIG willy!"
"Yes, that's fair enough."
(Silence)
"Poo doesn't come out of my willy, Mummy. Only wee wee."
"Thank you, Rory, that's quite enough..."
"Yes, Rory. You do"
"You got a willy, Mummy?"
"No, because I'm a girl. Girls don't have willies."
"Daddy's got a willy."
"Yes."
"Cos daddy is a boy!"
"That's right."
"Rory's got a small willy. Daddy's got a BIG willy!"
"Yes, that's fair enough."
(Silence)
"Poo doesn't come out of my willy, Mummy. Only wee wee."
"Thank you, Rory, that's quite enough..."
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