It’s smokin’ hot in Pemberton these days – like 35C at 7pm hot – and the kids have a love/hate relationship with it. They had a big, fun weekend (as did I) and today I think we all felt a little rundown.
As I was putting Anja to bed tonight, she came apart at the seams for no apparent reason. Oh wait, sorry. It was because I couldn’t locate Barbie’s bikini bottom YES THIS IS A CRISIS.
Me: “Anja, it’s time to go to sleep and just not worry about this.”
Anja (through quaky tears): “I don’t want to go to bed I’m too tiiiirrrred!”
I think that sentence sums up 4 year old logic.
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