This morning, hair a-tumble and in a nightie I stood waiting for Bodhi to do his poo, vaguely looking in the mirror and gauging the degree of acceptable/awful ratio of my reflection, when Bodhi looked at me and said,
'You look like a Shrek! You look like Fiona!'
Oh well, I suppose it's inevitable, really. Would anyone else care to embrace their inner ogress with me?
Roisín Ingle
Fiona
2 comments:
Charming. Children are bad that way.
hehe. that might not be the response you were looking for though...
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