The dumping ground of Mr Clothing Optional
"I decided not to put my pants back on mum"
That's 4 pairs of pants and 1 pair of PJ's.
Dear Playschool,
First I would like to say thank you. Thank you for providing a high quality half hour show for my kids to watch (three times a day if I need it). Thank you for the endless craft ideas you have given me for my kids to refuse to participate in. Thank you for giving me a daily reminder to feed my kids morning tea. I relish the cries while I am in the middle of something "MUUUUM, Playschool's over, can we have morning tea?" it sounds strange, I know, but it means that nap time is just around the corner.
I often like the suggestions at the end of the show, you know the ones... "You might like to build a block tower or play in some sand... goodbye" But your suggestion on Monday left a sour taste in my mouth... "You might like to measure how tall you are" DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT IS AN INTELLIGENT THING TO SUGGEST TO SMALL CHILDREN WITH ACCESS TO TEXTAS?
My pottering around was severely disrupted when I heard the words "now you measure me against the wall" coming from my sweet little four year old. This was not before he had apparently measured his little brother 15 times at varying heights (and one where he grew significantly right in the middle of the measuring) 
and also the pet crocodile.
and also the pet crocodile.
So Playschool, I present you with this...
You owe my children 2 minutes of their life back each to replace the 2 minutes each they spent in time out for following your suggestion.
You owe me one magic eraser. I would ask for more but I doubt there is much you can do about my sanity being severely shaken after that little episode.
