Today we went on a shopping trip pre-Easter shop closure. We went to the world famous: Bury Market. The car park was pretty easy to find, which helped so Daddy did not have to grumble about where to park the car. Then we saw lots and lots of market stalls in Bury Market. We saw lots of Make-up stalls where Mummy stopped systematically to buy lipstick “Because it was so cheap” she kept saying. Daddy stopped at every Market stall selling the world’s most famous Bury Black Pudding because it was so “delicious.”
I kept my eyes wide open to everything around me. I saw Mummy buying from an electrical stall 10 Safety Child socket covers for £1.50. She kept saying “This was cheap!!” She really looked happy. As a result Daddy bought 5 packs of them just in case, “You never know,” my daddy always says.
I wanted to be happy about this new purchase of 50 child socket covers, but at the same time it sounded like bad news for me…Did it really mean that I was to keep away from the electric sockets until I had my own house at 30 year old?
I am afraid to be finally safe with these child socket covers.
Children Safety Socket Cover
Note to Mummy and Daddy Thank you for keeping me safe, I love you
Question to fellow toddlers: Any suggestions to replace my electric socket activity? I am desperate. Thank you in advance.
My mommy always ties me to a high chair to eat. I have no idea why? 80% of the time Mommy and Daddy eat on the sofa and 20% of the time they eat at the table, like civilised people they say. But me they tie me to a high chair like a mouse. What am I an animal? Sometimes Mommy seats in front of me on her chair and eats with me,with her fingers and she seems to enjoys the food more than I. Is that normal?
Take this morning for instance, Mommy tied me to the high chair for my breakfast. She made her cup of tea and told me to enjoy my breakfast: Banana, Greek yoghurt on a tray and Weetabix. Who dips their Weetabix in their Greek yoghurt? Do you? Well I did not like it. So I liberated myself from my high chair security belt. How? By wriggling of course. (Tip for you fellow babies!)
Then I swiflty turned around and stood up, this is a picture to attest I am telling the truth. You see.
So there I was standing up my back to Mommy and my hands to the headrest of my high chair, looking at the wall and actually having a very sensible conversation with it.
Mommy ran to me, caught me by the shoulders and sighed with relief as she assessed my safety position.
“Let’s eat breakfast” She said. She then dipped the Weetabix in Greek Yogurt and fed it to me while I watched the wall.
And there I thought “Mmmmhhhh, nothing like eating your breakfeast, standing up while watching a wall. Next time I should try to eat upside down.”
Note to Mommy: I love you Mommy. Thank you for feeding me.