Rascals and ratbags . . .

We have had builders at our house today. They have been fixing the back door and our bathroom taps. When Mummy came home I told her 'Bob the Builder is here and he is a rascal because he broke our door'. That's okay though because he fixed it before he went home.

Today we had to throw my Dora bed in the rubbish because it had a big hole in it. Apparently that is why I am not supposed to jump on it. Now I understand why I kept getting told not to jump on it. I might not jump on the next one.

Luke is turning into a rat bag, he is rolling around the lounge floor and getting into my stuff. I might have to keep a very close eye on what he gets up to from now on.

I haven't kicked him in the head today, but if he keeps getting into my stuff I just I might give him a swift kick when no one is looking . . .