Goldysocks and the Librarians

Once upon a time there was a girl with yellow hair called Goldysocks. She went to the library. She borrowed all the books.

When Papa Librarian came back he said "Who's been using my books?"
Mama Librarian said "Who's been using my books?"
Baby Librarian said "Who's been using my books; and has used them all up?"

Then Goldysocks brought back the books and ran away.


Who needs external entertainment when you have a 4 year old at the breakfast table?

Poor Little Cinders

Picture the Fingers household this morning...

I was zooming around unloading the dishwasher, making a packed lunch, making a cup of tea, finding white socks for school*, etc.

PuffyFingers was tucking into a bowl of Cornflakes.

LMI was in the larder.

Me: "LMI, come out here and bring the cereal you want with you."

LMI emerges and deigns to sit down.

LMI: "Where's my breakfast?"

Me: "In the larder, I asked you get the box of cereal out while you were in there"

LMI: "It's just not fair. You treat me like Cinderella and make me do all the housework"



* Query: Why do we never have clean white socks despite the fact that I know I bought at least 12 pairs last August?

Playing statues

I've just spoken to the radiology department and we're going to try doing the MRI without anaesthesia. Normally a 6.5 year old would get knocked out, but everyone thinks PuffyFingers can manage to be still. I'll certainly hope so. She's done really well staying still for CT scans but this is a lot longer and a lot louder.

She gets to take a CD with her to listen to while she's in the machine.

I asked if I could stay with her as I have pins in my ankle and they said that would be fine. Really?