Tuesday, February 15, 2005
There is very little my children can say that will now embarrass me! Their 17 year old Aunty Emmy on the other hand is a different story. Joanna had an appointment at the opticians in the hospital this afternoon so I dragged aunty Emmy along for the ride as well as Ethan boy.

5 minutes after arrival Ethan boy decides he needs to go to the bathroom. Handy that there was one just by the reception area (so I bullied Aunty Emmy into taking boy) Not handy that the ventilation on the door meant that all could hear every sound. The conversation was as follows.

Aunty Emmy : Ok pull your pants down.
Ethan boy: *giggle* I have a stinky
Aunty Emmy: OMG that stinks
............ oh no
............ What are you doing?
............ Stay still - dont move
............ How did it get there?
............ Its everywhere..
............ Wait .. stop
............ dont do that
............ Just dont move
Ethan boy: *giggles*

Silence ...............

On Aunty Emmys exit from the bathroom she is holding a bundled up jacket covered in -Well I guess you all know right?

The whole reception area is staring. To make things worse - A doctor passing by comments on Ethans cheeky smile and then picks up the bundled jacket that Aunty Emmy drops when she she realises that everyone heard their conversation. The smell immediately gives away what the doctor has on his hands. Aunty Emmy is bright red and swears that she will never have children.

Joanna on the other hand skips into the optician and reads off the letters on the chart happily, when the eye doctor puts those funny glasses on her (the ones that hide one eye) she looks at the chart a minute a little puzzled and then comments how she would be able to read it easier if she didnt have the glasses on and one eye covered - Well I guess thats common sense to a 4 year old.
Scribbled by Sarah @ 10:05 pm