Get a real problem . . .

We went to Playcentre this morning and I got into a terrible fight. I was playing on the see-saw with two of the big girls and we were having a discussion about our Daddies. It all devleoped into a very big row and there was some hitting going on.

I ran away crying and went to find my Mummy. I told her that my Daddy does have an aeroplane. Apparently that is funny because my Daddy doesn't really have a plane, but some else's Daddy does.

Mummy said I should get a real problem. How rude.

I am very tired today, for the usual reasons. I have been trying to go to bed all day, but she won't let me and keeps finding stuff for us to do. I did manage a bit of a lie down on the couch, but that was short lived when I nearly fell asleep.

I have been playing dogs today and having been fetching a ball with my mouth and chasing Mummy and Luke up and down the passage. Luke thinks that is a very funny game. It will be nice when he can run by himself and I will be able to chase him without Mummy helping.