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Italian genes run deep with my toddler # 267:

“Mummy! You got blue sunscreen on the WHITE carpet! Daddy is going to be SO sad. He’s…he’s…he’s gonna CRY, and then he’s going to put you in the RUBBISH BIN! And there’ll be NO MORE MUMMY!”
If someone could swing by our place with some of that spray the CSI lads use at murder scences for a cursory check before bin night, that’d be great. (Monday night – it’s just too risky taking it out on Tuesday morning in case the rubbish collection guy comes early, although it is pretty funny watching Jeremy do the house-to-curb-wheelie-bin-sprint in his undies when he forgets).

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