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My son loves his little sister, sooooo much. Sadly, she’s bloody horrible to him most of the time. Anyway, this morning, when she was hiding under the duvet in my bed because, apparently, a monster was coming for her, he bravely burst into the room like Zorro and said from behind his hand hand, out of he corner of his mouth,
"Don’t worry Mum, I’ll handle this”.
With some trepidation, I let him step forward into the breach to reassure a genuinely petrified 4 year old.
He announced “It’s OK, you really shouldn’t worry, because the monsters have been caught and are either going to be hanged or killed". Nailed it.
"Don’t worry Mum, I’ll handle this”.
With some trepidation, I let him step forward into the breach to reassure a genuinely petrified 4 year old.
He announced “It’s OK, you really shouldn’t worry, because the monsters have been caught and are either going to be hanged or killed". Nailed it.