Friday 25th August

Kids arrived full of beans, and with Amy proudly sporting a collection of balloon heads. To the uninitiated I will explain. Balloon heads are balloons (no surprises there!) filled with flour, with a few strands of wool hair at the top, and faces printed on the front. They are unbelievably squishy, and even to adults are irresistable for fiddling with. For kids the temptation to squeeze and pull to maximum capacity is unavoidable, resulting, at some point in the explosion of said balloon heads, covering the culprit and surrounding area with flour!
Anyway, you've guessed it! The inevitable happened, seconds after I had said 'if you squeeze it that hard you'll burst it and be in serious trouble, blah! blah!' as well as having received a previous warning from her Dad along the same lines. Emma gleafully ran upstairs to snitch whilst I tried to clean up the evidence. Amy had decided that the best policy was to cry, and was piteously weeping in anticipation of the telling off she might receive. I felt very sorry for her, and there was no resistance when I suggested that we would confiscate the remaining balloon heads until it was time for her to go home and plague her mother with them.