Thing One is away in another country again. You may notice my calm poise, especially compared to last year’s hysteria. This is because Thing One is now a teenager and therefore the bane of my life. So, calm. Poised. Mature.
MY BABY COMES HOME TOMORROW YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Since she’s coming home tomorrow, she’s just now deciding to buy souvenirs, natch. So she texts me…. wait, sidetrack. Bloody teenagers and their bloody phones. She’s cost me over £60 in overseas charges. Forty seven texts so far today! Bring back the days of no mobiles, eh?… so she texts me.
What does Babe want from Disneyland?
Who is her favourite character?
Fine… so I ask Babe what she wants. She tells me she’d like a Daisy Duck.
There aren’t any. Does she want a Minnie?
No. A Duck.
There aren’t any… choose something else.
How about a mouse?
It’s the mouse or nothing.
Fine. I’ll have a Goofy….