Today was costume day at preschool. Molly-Mae decided she would wear her brand new authentic Spanish dress that Grandpa had sent from Spain. Charlie made a fabulous Winnie the Pooh!
When I came back to pick them up I saw my little Spanish girl chasing some poor boy around the hall trying to kiss him. The little guy was desperately trying to escape her clutches, the whole time her dress was swishing around him and her neck protruded forward with clenched lips sticking out. I stood and watched her for a moment, torturing this little man and eventually I called her name. She came over to me looking a little sheepish and all I could think of is "Boy, am I in trouble".