When I finally made it out to the kitchen this morning I found Lulu trying to cut up a carrot for her lunch. She, with the one arm in plaster had her hand wrapped around a carrot and was attacking it with a serrated bread knife.
I couldn’t believe it, I must be making some kind of impact on these kids that they will actually go to the fridge and get a carrot out for their lunch. Is that even normal? Carrots would be my last choice.
OK OK, I am sure the child protection service’s phone is ringing off the hook with do-gooders dobbing on me. Keep your knickers on, I took the knife off her and cut it up myself while giving her a lecture on kitchen safety.
OMG, a carrot you guys!