Flapjacks, anuses and emotional swings

I am pleased to announce that true ‘funee’ form has resumed in the Stressy house this week.

First up we had R’s first set of proper sex education lessons in school which he seemed to find quite amusing.  On the way home from school, I asked home, I was asking him what he had leant about and he said it was all about hormones and emotional swings.  At this point, L rushes over thinking he has missed something and asks; “what swings are those, are we going to a new park?”  R and I both burst into laughter leaving L looking slightly puzzled until I could stop laughing long enough to explain.

Daddy was the next ‘funee’ of the week when he asked the children who had been eating flapjack in the shower.  After a while, it occurred to me that the ‘flapjack’ was in fact my new handmade soap with oats in.  Silly daddy.

Last but no means least was little miss A.  When we lie in bed in the evening after a story, she often sits and talks to her toys and plays for a few minutes.  One evening she had renamed one of her teddy bears Anus.    I tried not to draw too much attention to this and suggested that maybe she meant Angus to which she replied that it was Anus.  I smiled to myself and mentioned it to the world of Twitter as it had amused me.  At least four people quickly replied that Anus the bear must be a cousin of Winne the Pooh.  This made me chuckle even more.  Luckily, Anus the bear has reverted back to good old Beary again now, which I am quite relieved about.