Down came the rain

Now, I'm pretty sure that my kids were born in a country where it rains. A lot. And I'm also fairly certain that they have repeatedly been soggy/wet/drenched (pick a word depending on the season). So you can imagine why I'm a little surprised at their reaction to the rain this year. It's like they've never seen the stuff before. Every heavy shower is 'A Flood' according to The Girl (hmmm, perhaps the story of Noah is having too much influence?) and each (and I do mean each) raindrop is greeted by The Boy's excited "Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy! It's raining!" (this must be said in a Very Important Tone of Voice, as if one is announcing that America will henceforth be getting rid of bonuses to all bankers who earn more than $100,000 per year).

Saturday saw the three of us getting soaked to the skin walking back from a friend's house jumping in puddles and The Girl laughing her head off. Very cute, but I think the novelty will quickly wear off when she's seen it every day for a few years. And I bet she won't be laughing as much when her brother pushes her into a freezing cold Scottish puddle.

Chocolate Wars

I have decided that it’s time to start playing dirty. We have access to the sweet shop once a week and stocks can get a little sparse at times. We get one sweet each per week, but I don’t always eat mine, I save it for when I really NEED chocolate. For a chocolate addict this is no small thing. The Man always eats his on Saturday, he’s such a creature of habit. The problem comes when he gets the chocolate munchies a few days later. His chocolate is long gone. Mine, however, is sitting innocently in the fridge, as tempting as a frosty bottle of water to a man lost in the desert.
It doesn’t take a genius to guess what happens next.
My new ploy is simple. He can’t eat nuts, therefore every single piece of chocolate I buy from now on will have nuts in it. Hazelnuts, almonds, peanuts and walnuts are now my allies in the War Against Chocolate Theft. Even if I never eat the bar having chocolate that he can’t eat will drive him crazy.
And no, I won’t be paying reparations.