Of words and wisdom

Quite frankly peeved with Monkey Boy’s smartarsey behaviour this week, particularly in relation to his school work (some of which was sent home for me to look at) I inadvertently became Bitch Mother From Hell. It’s not my fault! They made me! To be fair, the spelling he’d been bringing…

It can be a bit annoying, yes.

The “why” never stops. Never, ever, ever. The question just gets harder. And harder. And harder. It’s no longer just “why?”. There’s a whole lot more added to it. Fortunatley, for me, Monkey Boy asks lots of questions about how the body works. My favourite topic. Some days, when I’ve…