What a FABLIS and slightly smug Mammy I am.
See picture 1. 👇👇👇
My minions are eating fruit. Like, REAL fruit. Fresh and actual fruit. 🍉🍌🍅🍓🍎🍏🍌And what’s MOST impressive is that they ASKED Granny for it… themselves. Yes. Eating fruit. Voluntarily and happily, on top of their very impressed Uncle Brian, after eating ALL of their respective dinners.
“Ooooooh” I hear you gasp in awe, “How did you get them to eat all of their dinners S-Mum, you Wonderwoman Extraordinaire?”
Well, the trick is in the second photograph. 👇👇👇👇 😆😆
They knew that if they didn’t eat all of their dinner, they wouldn’t be allowed any of the MAHOOOOOOOSIVE eleventy billion layered, schawipple-chocolate, monstrous birthday cake that Clever Mammy sneakily Showed Them BEFORE dinner! 😂😂😂
Good Mammy… etc etc…
And so the fruit was requested yes, but about 90 minutes AFTER they’d come down from the sugar high induced by the chocolate cake!
They ate fruit.
And they also ate chocolate cake.
Now, if I were a Sanctimammy, I would ONLY have posted photograph 1. You know? To show how “perfect” and on top of this parenting shit I am.
But I am not perfect.
I like my kids to eat fruit. (Real fruit 😅😅)
But Golly do I also enjoy the looks on their wee faces when Granny tells them to go ahead and stick all of their fingers into a big chocolate cake!
And now, I’m going to ring the Birthday Boy and tell him to drop me over another slice before the salivating ruins my screen here… 😅😅
Happy “No uniforms Sunday” Bitches.
(Mammy’s turn for fruit now. 😘😘😘)
#nocapsulesaroundhere #realfruitonly #letthemeatcake
PS. If you have the tellybox on, stick it over to #OneLoveManchester I’m notnsure who many of these people are, but what a show so far. And if THAT is who our little girls aspire to, I’m happy.) 💗💗