Having just returned from a week's holiday in Lanzarote, my most pressing task was to post again! It's been odd not blogging, but the house move plus a family holiday a week later has put paid to my blogging time. No it wasn't really a good idea to book a holiday a week after we move house. Yes it was booked long long ago, before we even put the house on the market. Anyway job done, move was smooth and hols were fab. Back to blogging. I can't actually remember what font I use, so this might be the time for a change...
I will post some appropriate holiday snaps later, but the sausage on the left depicts one of the funnier parts (for us). Of course Elf has been obsessed with his willy since birth, that's a given. Apart from the time he flashed at the headmistress, we've not had many embarrassing moments. Until now. He discovered his foreskin moves! Now being a girl, I'm not quite used to little boys' willies. Big boys, different matter ... Should it go back? Should it move at all? I remember Mr C being taken to the doc as a tiny baby by his mummy who asked Should his willy be this big and red? Only to be told Yes this is normal!
So what was I to do on holiday when he appeared at the dinner table with his foreskin pulled right back saying Look at my purple sausage!? It was purple too! Grandma and I tried not to laugh but it was impossible. This carried on and we were at a loss to know what to do.
Arriving home, I found my Junior magazine had an article on boys' obsessions with their willies. I must find it ...
So what was I to do on holiday when he appeared at the dinner table with his foreskin pulled right back saying Look at my purple sausage!? It was purple too! Grandma and I tried not to laugh but it was impossible. This carried on and we were at a loss to know what to do.
Arriving home, I found my Junior magazine had an article on boys' obsessions with their willies. I must find it ...