“Mummy, I’m SO excited! So excited to tell you!”
BB burst through the front door, dropping his schoolbag and lunchbox on the floor in a heap.
I could hardly wait.
Long-time readers will know from a previous post that I’m a mummy who lives in hope of her children telling her something about what they’ve done at school that day (“I don’t want to talk about it” is the usual response).
“What is it BB? What happened?” I replied, ears agog as I picked up his discarded socks.
“I’ve got to the next level on my DS machine!”