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This just in.
Caleb: Mummy, can I go outside?
Me: No honey, it’s too cold and wet out there.
He runs outside. Me: Cay! Cay? Come inside please.
He keeps running, down the stairs and under the house to the dog poo covered lawn (don’t blame me, it’s not our dog.)
Me: Cay! Upstairs please!
He starts playing with his little taxi cab, kneeling his way across the lawn. He comes to a stop right next to a particularly fresh pile of turds. Me: Please Cay, come upstairs right now before you get covered in dog poo.
He looks up at me, overbalances and falls directly onto the pile of foulness. That’s right, DIRECTLY onto/into it. Me: AHAHAHAHAHA! (not said in a laughing way, in a mock crying way).
I run inside, hold my head in my hands and start blogging the pain away.