Poor Adrian Mole

It’s funny how the mind blocks out certain stuff; usually the bad stuff.

Growing pains for example - my memories of having them are cloudy, which is undoubtedly a good thing.

Joseph is growing at a right old rate of knots at the moment and often wakes up crying in the night, clutching his leg just behind his right knee – always in the same place, poor thing.

While I believe these episodes are totally genuine, they did lead to a funny episode the other evening. Annabel has, we think, got a bit of an ear infection at the moment and so her body temperature is more than a little up and down.

As a result, we gave her some children’s Nurofen which, thanks to the yummy (sugar free!) taste, she happily took. Joseph was sitting nearby and when he saw this, exclaimed, “my leg’s still hurting”.

The funny thing was, he had reached down and held on to his left leg!

When I alerted him to the fact that he said it was his right leg which was hurting in the night, he looked down at his hands as if they were in the wrong place of their own accord, said, “oh”, moved his hands to his right knee and scrunched up his face in pain.

M and I burst out laughing at his cheek. He didn’t even contemplate keeping a straight face and joined in the merriment with gusto.

Annabel joined in even though she didn’t have a clue what was going on.

Bless her