Last week my eldest daughter invited a friend round after school. This was a new thing for me because rather unlike when you have primary aged kids round to play, which requires supervision, with preteen girls all that happens is that they disappear upstairs for ages and hang out on kik and Instagram for hours, while listening to One Direction
or something like that.
Despite the fact that they hardly spent any time outside my daughter's room I still felt the need to clean the house from top to bottom before DD1's friend arrived (please tell me I'm not the only one who does this). Anyway, as I was shoving yet more clutter into a cupboard so it didn't look like we live in a total pigsty, I discovered the following which I photographed for your delight.
You know that I have already showcased DD2's beautiful artwork (which continues to appear by the way). I thought I'd show you what happens when you move on from home drawn pictures to gifts bought by a child with no supervision whatsoever.
This was a gift bought by DS1 a few years ago. He was on a school trip and for some reason suddenly decided that we needed an anniversary present. It probably had a lot to do with being faced with a shop full of tat (and that we'd packed him off on his trip with a crisp tenner) and that he felt he had to spend the lot, but I am still to this day aghast at his choice of present.
You also have to imagine that this was presented to me in a crumpled paper bag after having been stuffed into his suitcase next to his dirty socks for a week, for full effect.
|Bought with my own money #winning|
I have no idea why he chose this. I do not like dolphins or ornaments. My house is practically an ornament free zone.
Readers, I had to pretend to be really pleased. I had to display it on a shelf in the living room for the best part of a year
until he forgot about it.
So, parents of small children, cherish the badly drawn pictures, for this is what they turn into eventually. One day you too can have a home full of
tat lovely ornaments. Although, he's getting better. For my birthday this year he bought me his favourite chocolates (so that I could share them, of course).
Still, it's the thought that counts, isn't it?