Yesterday we went walking. Yes I was able to mentally AND physically drag my fat arse outside of the gate complete with sports shoes. Tinto wanted to go too - all energetic, running up ahead of us and then back to say "you're too slow! RUN MUMMY!"
That lasted all of 10 minutes.
After a while, she sat down on the curb, hands on her hips and said "Mumhy I'm TIRED!" Like it was my fault.
She said "I want to afafa" - afafa is Tino's version of fafa.
After cajoling her into walking further, uher father turned back to get her and give her an "afafa".
We were almost home before she started to whine for a twistie.
Tino - "Mummy I want a twistie!"
Me - "No that's enough - eat whatever we have at home."
Tino - "But Mummy I think that's why I'm tired."
Me - "Why is that?"
Tino - "Because I have no food in my stomach and I need a twistie!"
Needless to say, I bought the twistie.
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