I’m feeling a little bit traumatised right now following the unexpected chat I’ve just had with Miss Frugal….
Picture this, I’m relaxing on the settee with a nice cup of tea when Miss Frugal, snuggles up to me and gives me a kiss on the end of my nose.
Miss Frugal: I know, you know.
Me: Oooh what do you know.
Miss Frugal: That you’re the pyjama fairy that brings us pyjamas on Christmas Eve.
Me: Oh
Miss Frugal; Which means you’re probably the tooth fairy too!
Me: Oh
Miss Frugal: I don’t think you’re Santa though because he’s a man.
Me: Oh
Miss Frugal: I think I want to marry Santa, then I’d live forever wouldn’t I?
Me: Would you?
Miss Frugal: Yes I would. But he’s too old so I actually think I’d rather just die.
Me: Right then. Bed time is it?
Tell me this parenting lark get’s easier….
