Tonight I was reading to the children in the 3 year old's bed.
With great gusto I was reading Gilbert The Shark. Much to the 4 year olds disdain I gave Gilbert a very broad Yorkshire accent ... "Aye, let's go tut wreck arrr Mum" I read.
It was then that I saw it. I say 'it' because I am unsure of what 'it' was.
Something was stuck to the wall above the 3 year olds bed.
To be fair it could have been one of many substances ... not poo though, the 3 year old prefers the carpet for that delight.
I'd love to think that the 3 year old hadn't stuck his finger up his nose then wiped it up his wall, that it was a piece of stray banana. But, I know my children well and nothing would surprise me.
It reminded me of an email which was sent round my ex workplace last year (shortly before I was made redundant).
It has been brought to my attention that someone has been wiping their nasal extractions on the toilet cubicle walls.
Please could you refrain from doing so, not only is it disgusting but it is distressing other members of staff.
Mrs HR Manager
The nasal extractions were not mine, however I must admit that when I was made redundant the thought did fleetingly cross my mind to start collecting my own nasal extractions and present them as a parting gift
I pointed at the offending substance on the wall ... "Whose is that and what is it?"
They looked at me, at each other and shrugged.