We have graduated from the dreaded "Why?" to "You know what?" ..... argh!

A letter to my Grock

Leah, please don't wake me up by lifting my pyjamas and putting a cold plastic Macca Pacca on my tummy and pretending my stretch marks are the waves in the sea, as it makes me a bit grumpy, especially at 5am. Please bring "Tedda!" home from playgroup without any more paint on him, as he LIKES being white (he told me) and although he is now growing accustomed to his yellow ear that even vanish won't shift (tips?), he definately does NOT want a red arm or anything like that. I know you told me he Doesn't Want To Be a Polar Bear anymore but we all have to do things in life that we don't want.And please don't spend all morning asking me what Pink Bear says. She says the same as she said yesterday and the day before and the day before and the day before that, and if I have to put on a squeaky voice and say "I have a sore tummy! I am hungry!" for more than about 20 minutes solidly for the fourth day running, I WILL need to bang my head off a wall....Thank you for being my wonderful girl....