. . . last night I really really really didn't want to.
Normally I am very good about going to bed. I get some cuddles and some stories and then I go to sleep.
Last night Daddy wasn't home, Mummy was busy and I didn't get any stories (neither did Gracie - because she had decided that we should stay up for an extra half hour and have no stories).
That didn't work because we both wanted stories and kept getting up. Mummy was a bit grumpy. I got up about a thousand times and kept getting put back to bed. Eventually she turned out all the lights and closed the doors! How terribly rude.
Anyway about the 5o2th time that I was getting put back to bed Mummy said 'go to bed don't you want to be a good boy?'
I told her 'no I want to be a poo head'.
Can't argue with that.
Luke
2 comments:
You could never be a pooh head darling boy.......love from Aunty Mary with the yummy tasty Aunty mary cake.
Aunty Mary Mummy said rose coloured glasses are a beautiful thing, sometimes I can be a right poo head! (how terrible rude!)
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