Picture the scene, Z, Baby H and I are in Clarks asking why H’s 4 week old shoes have given her blisters!!! The lovely man ( who I can’t get cross with as he is too nice and polite ) tells me she has already grown half a size!! I seeth inwardly wondering why I wasted £32 on a pair of shoes that haven’t lasted a month, and how my daughter who never seems to eat anything has actually managed to grow…but anyway…
Lovely man comes back with more shoes to try
“what is 70 x 10 Mummy?” says Z?
One shoe is on H’s foot
“10000 x 70 Mummy?”
Second shoe on foot. H stands up.
“7 x 8 Mummy?” ( it takes me an embarassingly long time to work this one out, while simulataneously trying to stop H crumbling her baby crisp into the lovely man’s hair )
I walk Hannah round the shop while at least 4 more sums are asked and answered possibly correctly.
Lovely man goes off for more shoes, meanwhile H crawls over to the sparkling clean mirror and smears a yoghurty raisen hand over it. I quickly wipe it, making the smear 10 times worse and run back to sit down.
Lovely man comes back and tries on more shoes. Z pulls down his eyelid, “why’s this bit red Mummy?”
I cringe a bit, I’m not good with eyes and start to say ‘I’ll tell you later’, but he pulls down the other eyelid, pulling a face resembling something from a Halloween movie. I mumble something about keeping eyes moist and turn back to baby H, who is still clutching her now soggy crisp leaving a slimy yoghurty crisp trail behind her.
“700000 x 10 Mummy?”
No shoes to fit Baby H.
“90 x 76 Mummy? urrghhh Mummy look what H did to the mirror… “
We leave with shoes on order… I think they will remember us.
Have you got a funny post from this week to link up?? I’d love to see it.