Another Parenting Milestone. #Flippin the Bird

There is so much bizzarity (made up word alert) to these pictures of Tess I don't know where to start, neither does the cat by the looks of it, nor Nookie Bear who is loitering in the background. Back from Guides tonight and she's sporting a plastic bag on her head before heading into the shower....to make sure the straightened locks don't go curly. Her hypothesis after a stringently scientific day of testing at school is that people are nice to you when you have straight hair and you make more friends ...which means I am completely stuffed.

And in other news, mild mannered Sam is already asleep. Sent to bed early tonight because on being told to turn off the TV earlier he thought his Dad had turned to leave the room and surreptitiously flipped the bird to his Dad. Yes! Mild mannered Sam! Flipping the actual bird. Your actual bird! To his Dad! Caught Bonnie! No one gets to stick their middle finger up at Dave.....except me. We retreated to another room to collapse in giggles without Sam hearing us, lest he see through the sham of our stern facades. Still smiling about it even though I've got a nagging feeling I've strayed into the surreal world of Roseanne Barr parenting. But Sam thinks he's in big troubelmo. Which is more serious than just being in basic trouble when said with an Italian accent. Poker faces all round when I said that to him. Still laughing, mild mannered nature boy flips the bird.

And finally, I escaped the fireworks, with the exception of the notorious neighbours at no.1 setting off some crackers (or maybe it was gun shots) which sent my cats hurtling to some invisible underground lair. Hate fireworks sounds, hurt my ears, but love seeing their pretty colours from VERY far away.