Feel like a bit of a cow, but I'm soooo glad that school starts again tomorrow.

[sandyballs]

The endless bloody questions are doing my head in. I feel like screaming. An example, over the course of approx 1 minute, spoken very very loudly, of course:

Mummy, how big is heaven, is it as big as the sky?
Does God see us all the time, even when we are poohing?
Where did you get that bruise on your leg mummy?
Do you think it's going to rain today?
Why isn't it hot all the time mummy?
What is the richest country in the world mummy?
Why don't we buy a dog mummy?
How old is the oldest person in the world mummy?
Let's do some gardening mummy?
No lets play a game mummy?
Is Daddy a proper plumber yet mummy?
What's the name of that little girl at the horse racing mummy?
When is Harri's party mummy?
You can leave me at a party when I'm 22 mummy, OK?

Mummy, does marmite and milk go together, am I going to be sick?
Muuuuuummmmmy where are youuuuuuu? (because I dared to sneak off for a wee).

It's like they're on speed or something. I know it's how they learn, but it is so demanding and draining. Please tell me I'm not alone

You are not alone - there does that feel better?

I have them at home until Tues next week - ahhhhhhhhhh.

You are not alone. Oh god, you are so not alone. I get it in stereo from dt's. It's like being under attack from reseachers for the encyclopedia britannica.

I got asked does God Poo the other day!!!

Ahhh, I'm bored at work and I have only just realised you can look back at your old posts.

My DD's are 9 now and reading this back I really miss all that lovely chatter or am I looking back with rose tinted glasses!

It's made me feel quite sad. We do forget these things easily.