My three year old, Lola, is sitting next to me, she is tired and a bit grumpy. I am messing with my photo's on the laptop.
Lola suddenly announces that a little bit of wee has come out and she needs to go to the toilet.
So, I shout to my husband who is in the kitchen, 'Paul can you take Lola to the loo, I am in the middle of lassoing gnomes.'
Below is the end result.
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