Hazel has started keeping lists. And yesterday she was writing out a list of what she might like for Christmas: Lego (of course) hair styling salon head (don’t ask – just imagine a plastic head with hair you can braid, style, cut, etc.) kitten At which point Aline tells her …
We’ve been telling Sam that once he turned four he’d have to start wiping his own bum. Tuesday morning I got the following email from Aline: So I’m not sure Sam is ready to wipe his own… He did the first wipe then just as I was saying don’t touch …
One dark night the Gruffalo’s child disobeys her father’s warnings and ventures out into the snow.
After all, the Big Bad Mouse doesn’t really exist . . .
Does he?
