WARNING - Mum, you probably don't want to read this.
A couple of nights ago I had gone to bed before the Boy. In the dark I grabbed Eve out of her cot and fixed her on for her quick bedtime snack and I dozed off.
Five minutes later the Boy came to bed and whispered in my ear "fancy a shag" whereupon I asked whether he would rather wait until after our daughter had stopped sucking at my boob.
I think he may have thrown up. I, however, giggled quite loudly.
The sarcastic cynic. Or something like that
5 weeks ago