Shit on my hands |
Bunny Banyai and Madeleine Hamilton write about motherhood |
Candice DeVille (aka SuperKawaiiMama) lives, teaches and breathes glamour. Here is her blog: http://www.superkawaiimama.com.au/ But here she recalls a somewhat unglamorous gift she received from her toddler: 
One afternoon, I’m relaxing in my sitting room watching the garden, where Miss 2 was playing, through the lovely French doors. It was a rare moment of quiet as she played happily, so I let myself relax and started to read. After a while I looked up out of the doors and saw her heading back towards the house looking down at something cradled in her hands. As she got closer I got a little sad; it seemed she had found a dead sparrow and was bringing him home for me to check out. As I reached the back door to let her in, a god awful smell hit me full in the face as I realised just what the “sparrow” was… “Look Mum, it just fell out of my bottom!”… and she promptly burst into tears, flinging her arms around me … and shit across the kitchen…
*sigh*