I Do Like Mondays...

...for that is when little Grand Child comes around. We are both eleven months then, racing around the floor, making funny noises.

But I don´t mess around with my lunch.

Which is what little chap is doing. He started throwing bits of food on the floor. The more I said no, the more he thought this was funny.

So - if you can´t beat them (ouch! that sounded nasty...well, I´m sure you know what I mean... :-) - join´em.

So that´s what I did. I placed myself and camera on the floor, and dared him. You just throw, I said, and that´s what he did.

The house looks a dump now, though, with screwed toilet paper all over the bathroom, my address book cards littering the living room carpet, and kitchen utensils covering the kitchen floor....