tinkerbell, just in case, I got a message saying I'd 'reported' you, which I haven't. Obviously a messageboard mistake. I'm sorry if this causes trouble, but it's their mistake, not mine. I was replying to you, then all of a sudden I got a page up inviting me to detail the nature of my complaint! May have leaned on the wrong button, of course... curse these big breasts!
Clare, surely if you got that screen up, all you have to do is navigate away from it. A report doesn't go to the Ed until you have entered the code and pressed the submit button.... on the odd occasions I've felt the need to report a post, I never got an email to confirm it.
In those days we wore stockings held up with a suspender belt. My son (aged four) was at nursery school. He pulled the teacher's suspender out and let it snap back on her leg. (over her dress of course). When she remonstrated with him he said ' well daddy does it to mummy.' Extreme emabarrassment!!!!
My daughter walked in on me doing rudies....the next day we were in town and she announced to everyone in the lift 'Mummy was bouncing on Daddy's belly'
shopping in cardiff and my eldest daughter announcing to everyone who wanted in listen (in a very laud peircing voice) my mummy's got her rosebud knickers on today.
Hahahaha guys....hahaha.....i told all of my dads family mum said he was a b@asturd lol...thing is (that time) she actually didnt!!
Rofl @ ummm!!
My cousins were climbing the tree out my grans back, she lives in upstairs downstairs...upstairs neighbour takes a good drink.....
Anyhow the boys were hee-hawing and laughing - gran knocked the window n said to come down ...(my gran n granda are quite holy may i add)!they come in and said to my granda that chick the neighbours..ahem...."jimmy" was..eh....out! And chrissy's b00bies were flying around hahahahaha awww god my granda nearly choked on his tea!
Granda told his mates at the club and theyre now asking how much to climb the tree haha xx
My step son has limited language skills and until about a year ago was still using "baby talk". He threw a right hissy fit in the local shop because he wasn't allowed something so he stamped his foot and shouted at his dad "Right that's it, I'm not sleeping with you anymore". He meant "staying with you", but at that stage it was done in "number of sleeps".
My poor FH wanted a hole to open up as he got the most appalling looks. All I could do was laugh.