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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:15031974.blog.co.uk,2009-11-23:/</id><title>All over 25 and have kids</title><link rel="self" href="http://15031974.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://15031974.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-23T05:13:58+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:15031974.blog.co.uk,2008-04-11:/2008/04/11/the-things-they-say-4030144/</id><title>The Things They Say!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://15031974.blog.co.uk/2008/04/11/the-things-they-say-4030144/"/><author><name>silvermist</name></author><published>2008-04-11T14:41:38+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:41:38+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I am mum to a 5year old son and love him to bits but sometimes I just want to die with embarrasment - take today for example...&lt;br&gt;
My friend asked if I would watch her little girl who is also 5, whilst she nipped out - Sure, not a problem, bring her over I reply. Next I turn to my son and say 'if theres anything you dont want B to play with then put it away now. I know this may sound harsh but he is very protective over his toys and B has a tendency to be, shall we say 'heavy handed' with things. Not a problem, job done, B arrives with her mum and my lovely son promptly announces 'mummys put everything away so that you dont break it!' Oh I just wanted the ground to swallow me whole......
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	&lt;p&gt;Times like these it's great being a dad....
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