We hear a voice at the top of the stairs... "M-o-o-o-m?? D-a-a-a-a-a-d??" We make a quick wager - what do you think she's going to ask for? The usual, I can't sleep. I need a drink. I heard a strange noise. But NO. Not our children. We get this instead: "There's something on my arm and I don't know what it is?" Well, are you bleeding? Is it chocolate? Were you playing with markers? "no" Hmmm... Let's have a closer look. "Nina Mary! What have you been doing?" "Well I was sucking on my arm really hard..."
Oh dear. You have a hickey darling. Go back to bed and stop sucking on your arm >sigh< What do you do?!?!
2 comments:
well at least you know who gave it to her. Count your blessings!
You could cheer her up by telling her about the time her dad suctioned a glass to his mouth and ended up with funny 'sad face' bruises on his mouth for a week.
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