It’s a rainy Sunday here in Troutsville and I want to keep Midi Minx’s poisoned finger out of mud, compost, dirt, and the general filth that 4 year olds find so easily. So we decided to have a long lie in and let the minxes pile into our bed to watch kids tv in our bedroom.
The Mr Men came on. While Midi pointed out her hero, Mr Bump, Maxi mused: “I wonder which Mr Man Daddy would be?”
Quick as a flash, Midi cackled: “Mr Messy! Hehehehehe!”
Me? They all agreed that I’d be Mr Tickle, of course. It’s something I do more to the minxes than grump. I bet you’d never have guessed that 😉