Fred's Snack

So, I'm still a little crook, having had an unpleasant bout of assorted 'itis's'. Up and about but slow and rattling with the drug cocktail the Doctor has medicined me with. The children have been largely unsupervised since Tuesday, and have trashed the place. I have also got about a weeks worth of laundry and housework to catch up on, and school starting back tomorrow.

And when I say I'm still a little slow I really mean sloooow.

So when Freddie left me changing beds up stairs to go and put some fruit in his snack bowl I didn't think to check what he was after.

This is what I found when I came back down.

"Fred, are you trying to eat a pumpkin?"



"No",

"What's it doing in your snack bowl then?"

"erm, resting".