We’re all about the senses here at S-Mumble Hill today.
Princess’s favourite sense is TASTE. She’s quite like me really. She loves to eat… Her CONSTANT eating is becoming a problem however.
Because it’s becoming difficult to get her backside out of the cupboard or off the kitchen chair long enough to GO ANYWHERE or DO ANYTHING! I used to worry about leaving the house without nappies in the bag. Now, I break out in a cold sweat if I realise that I forgot to put a banana or fruit in it.
Her most used word each day is “Muh, muh, muuuuuUUUUUHHH!” (More, more, mooooooore!)
Mammy went for Sense of TOUCH. I decided to listen to my hairdresser and buy some Argan Oil for my dry hair. As I rubbed the 3-4 drops through my wet hair, my sense of touch informed me that it wasn’t quite enough, and so I slabbered a big dollop of the oil between my palms and rubbed it through my hair. Then, I dried it…or tried to. Because, no matter how much I blasted the hair with the dryer, it remained heavy and moist and shiny.
I bunged on my baseball cap as I didn’t have time to wash it and headed on into town, like an uberskank, and of course met EVERYONE I know in the space of 30 minutes. If I squeezed my hair there’d be enough oil to make chips… which would be quite handy if Fudgeybum gets hungry again.
And then, on our way home, Mini-Me announces “Mammy someone’s spreading Slurry!”
Indeed there was slurry.
“Slurry is the Irish for Poo you know Mammy?” (Eh…no, it’s not actually.)
“I KNOW that it’s Slurry, because I have a good SENTENCE SMELL, you know?”
“Of course you do Darling…”
And Mammy used her other sense, her COMMON sense, and changed the conversation…