Sorry... He's Teething

I don’t know if it’s his monster munchers coming through but, despite regular tranquillising with approved drugs, Chickie has wailed his way through most of the weekend. Any rare moments of quiet have been spent converting his list of ‘Unacceptable Behaviour’ into a ‘To Do’ List.

He’s emptied cupboards, unravelled toilet roll, thrown his food on the floor, writhed his way out of nappy changes, repeatedly thumped the laptop and thrown a tantrum each time he’s been asked not to do any of the above.

We had to leave the café today because his behaviour was so horrible. His giant belch on exit left me blushing as every head at every table spun round to stare at the perpetrator. I know they all thought it was me as Chickie looked far too small to produce a burp registering 5 on the Richter Scale.

In the evening, we went out for LucyWucy’s birthday dinner. Meerkat, the sophisticate, sampled the wine by swilling it around his nose. He attempted to regain his dignity whilst subtly dabbing at the red juice dripping out of his nostrils. We explained to the waiter that the wine would be fine.

Accountant caught the moment when the waiter dropped dirty cutlery on the lady at the table next to us.