Just been to the drs for potential Hayfever diagnosis for the Bear - bribery (as necessary with toddlers) and pretend play with the Dr and Rex on my Bear's tummy and he decides there's no Hayfever.... Sigh. Just a snotty nosed chesty coughing child I have then! The walk to the Dr's pushing the double buggy did not like my summer sandles and my feet were covered with huge sore blisters so I (very lovingly) rung my beloved husband to collect us in the car... The Bear and little Pop jumped out and ran around the Dr's grass whilst we waited. Next thing I knew, my gorgeous boy had pulled his entire shorts and pants down and off and with a scream of "I need a weeeee weeeee" he went running starkers into the drs surgery to find a loo!!!!!! The secretary's were mildly shocked but I think it made their day...
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