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Jun. 4th, 2008
Clearly, the glamour was going to my head
Jun. 4th, 2008 01:13 pmI was sitting at the dining table ordering a new bra, so that when we go to Ireland for a fortnight I will have TWO bras which fit. Just as I finished, Emer walked in from the front room, without a nappy on.
"Mama?" she said, and pointed between her legs. "Oh dear," I said, "Is there a puddle? Where do I need to clean up?" (Emer is a naturally fastidious child and always tells me when she spills wee, juice, or other things, so that I can clean them up for her). I walked past her into the front room and looked for a puddle. I couldn't see one, but I could smell...
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"Mama?" she said, and pointed between her legs. "Oh dear," I said, "Is there a puddle? Where do I need to clean up?" (Emer is a naturally fastidious child and always tells me when she spills wee, juice, or other things, so that I can clean them up for her). I walked past her into the front room and looked for a puddle. I couldn't see one, but I could smell...
( Cut for talk of poo )