You are getting your child ready to go to the childminders house. You realise there no clean knickers in the drawer. You put her dress on and decide you will grab her a clean pair from the laundry basket when you are back downstairs.
You get the Boy dressed. You get yourself dressed. You get out the house.
An hour later you get a polite but firm phonecall. It's the childminder with news of my knickerless child and her overactive bowels.
The shame.
N.B: I collected Little P via M&S and the florists.
3 comments:
Lol it happens to the best of us, I once went to Tescos with my shorts on inside out - the shame.
ps. carrot cake please ;)
Oh dear! if it makes you feel any better, on one of the really hot nights last week I let Elfie have a bit of post-bath naked time whilst we were watching bedtime hour and she did a big poo. In the lounge.
And I forgot my knickers today and had to drive back from the pool pantless... whoops.
LOL! Whoopsie!
Madison xxx
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