It seems it is time for a Small Sprog post. He has been busy. He's always busy! He has been 'unplugged' from his Nintendo (I've hidden it) and so he has had to learn how to do without it, which is no bad thing. I am worried about him being attached to a screen for so many hours in the day, unlike myself who hardly ever goes near a screen and can easily control my need to blog; not!! For the first day he had withdrawal symptoms (these included whining, whinging, and asking for sweeties!). I just do the wine(ing) and sweeties (head in cupboard style!) when compulsorily detached from my computer, although husband may include all three if asked (don't ask).
This evenings tea time went like this................
Tall Girl, halfway though her meal, burps so loud that a rugby player would be proud to compete against it. 'What do you say?' I ask in my best school teacher voice.
'Pardon me! I couldn't keep it in' she complains.
'Can't you do it a bit more quietly then?' I say
Then, seeing an opportunity, Small Sprog decides to come to her rescue. He lets out an equally huge fart! He giggles uncontrollably! Small Sprog has the man gene for farting. I believe it is formed from an early age. He can fart to order in any situation you care to put him in.
The whole meal disolved into chaos.
Another tea vicar?
Part 1 of table manners can be found here and here.