Monday, November 20
Back home in time for a walk down to the beach to watch the sunset.
I am sure that only I could manage to NOT close the bathroom door on the aeroplane properly, and have it swing open suddenly, presenting a queue of people with a lovely view of me weeing.
Carlo thought it very funny until he went to the bathroom. Skye stood on her seat and watched him walk up the aisle, then in a very loud voice asked me "is Daddy going to do a wee wee or a poo poo?"
"Shhh, we don't need to know that darling," I cringed, as somebody sniggered.
"Mummy? If he does a poo poo, will it be lots and lots or just a little bit?" I clapped my hand over her mouth and slid down low in my seat. Carlo came back. I didn't tell him that half of the passengers were probably thinking about the size of his bowel movements...
at 6:23 PM