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Adventures in parenting

While trying to excitedly tear a crust of bread to get at the Marmite thereon, the garklet has just managed to slip and deliver a perfect backhand to his beaker of milk. There's now a trail of milk that stretches from him, across the table, over my right arm, along the floor, over ias's work bag, up the side of the arm chair, over the cushion, and down the other side - a good three metres.

We're either going to have to invest in tennis lessons, or some sort of magnetic device for holding the beaker down.

Edited to add: he's just done it *again*

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I am amused by the picture of you stopping to blog about this before actually clearing it up :-)

I cleared it up before posting. I had just hit submit before he did it a second time (with less milk than the first time), so I edited before clearing up the second time.

There's a lot to be said for comic timing.

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