My mummy said that I could watch a few minutes of Thomas on the computer, but I have secretly logged in to her blob.
Mummy is always writing stories in her blob (I think that’s what she says it is called). I’ve asked her what she is writing about but she just says, “Oh, not much. Stuff.” I bet she’s writing a secret story for us about trains and dinosaurs and monsters. I hope so. It would be really boring if she was just writing stories about being a mummy and complaining about how tough it all is.
As far as I can see, being a mummy is really, really, easy. She just has to tidy up a bit and go to the shops when we run out of milk, bread, yoghurts or Babybels. Oh, and I suppose she sometimes has to drive us all to her friend’s house so she can chat and eat cake and lots of biscuits.
I sometimes ask her to play Spiderman or Star Wars which is really easy. She’s a bit rubbish at Spiderman but she’s quite good at Star Wars and makes good Jedi costumes for us out of big t-shirts and dressing gown belts.
I suppose she does sometimes have to get our dinner and tea ready but that must be really easy as well. I’ve helped mummy make cakes before and all you have to do is put everything into the mixing machine and put it into the oven, so I suppose that must be how she makes our dinner and tea.
Most mornings, mummy says she’s getting really cross because we won’t get dressed or brush our teeth properly. But it’s silly getting cross about little things like that. I only get cross about really important things like whose turn it is to get out of the bath first and having my sandwiches cut into triangles.
I think mummy probably needs to go to bed a bit earlier rather than sitting up all night writing anyway, because she’s always saying she’s “tired of it all.”
Anyway, I can hear her coming up the stairs now so I’d better get back to my Thomas page. Promise not to tell her I was writing on her blob. I think she likes to keep it a little bit secret.
Max (aged 4 and a half)