Sometimes parents go upstairs and kids get their phones and posts like this post happen. Then the automatic notifications that parents set up start going and suddenly the parent is getting phonecalls, texts, whatsapps and private messages telling them. But the phone is now upstairs and the kids are going to bed. So while the bedtime circus is going on people start clicking in and reading and the little bit of gibberish from the two-year-old who was looking for the “‘jago game” that her brothers so love becomes a little part of history.
So in the same way that the scribbles on the wall are there, I’ve decided not to delete Laoise’s first foray into internet publishing. I’m leaving it here, to remind me to figure out how to disable the WordPress app on my phone, or not to leave it in her reach even for a minute and to remind me that little things like this happen all the time, and rather than just erasing them we can take a minute to laugh about them and then move on. Maybe she did me a favour, I got a blogpost out of it at least! Happy Friday, it’s surely wine o’clock?
