When I posted this video last year, it made a lot of people chuckle, us included:
The problem is, Ned is still doing it. And it’s making the purchase of ice lollies impossible. This morning in came into our room at 6am, smugly licking a Fab as the sprinkles sprinkled themselves over the carpet. No amount of attempting to re-educate the youngster seems to work; he is a reincarnation of his great granddad in as much as he doesn’t care and does what he damn well likes.
This is going to lead us to having no ice lollies in the house, which makes me sad as I like the odd one of an evening after the kids have gone to bed.