The Red Mist

Please, let this be a rare occurrence. The photo to the left is NOT a reconstruction. This is what happens when a toddler is overcome by the red mist.

I'm the first to say how fortunate we are to have an ankle biter as easy going as the one we've got, sometimes, we witness the spawn of Satan that seems to hide inside every "little darling".

My mother once said to me, that she could hardly wait for me to be a father, so she could witness me going through what I put her through when I was a kid. (Apparently, I was a nightmare!) I think that must be the only thing that kept her sane...

Oh how she cackles when I tell her about how her "beautiful", "perfect" etc etc grandson has made our ears bleed, eaten furniture and ripped doors from their frames.

With any luck I will retain my sanity to a similar degree as my mother did (well I say that but she now has conversations with her dog - in public!).

Whatever, it's all good - That's what I keep telling myself anyway.