It's the thought that counts.
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Having removed my stripy over the knee socks from my personage due to them being saturated (as are my boots) from excessive snow, The Baby picked them up, ran over to me and said "You need these on to keep your feet nice and warm!" Bless. She looked so earnest that had my toes not shriveled away in fear whilst turning blue I may have been soft enough in the head to oblige and put them on. Still, It's the thought that counts. It's nice to be looked after, even if it is by a two year old.