SUBTLE . . .is not his middle name.

Today the darling girl was sick, but being the stellar mother I am it didn't occur to me until we were in the car park at school. Realising how rotten I feel today I asked her "How do you feel?" her response was "Sick." We could have left, but a combination of her show and tell day, it being convenient for me and the beautiful braids I did in her hair (never waste a good hairstyle), kept her there. But I did arrange to pick her up early from class after the boys morning swimming lesson.

Upon arrival after swimming the class were doing ‘rotation activities’ - children arranged in groups of three to four at different play/learning stations around the classroom. Fellow classmates Isaac and Tessa are in Emma's little group and were right near the front door - making for a pleasing inconspicuous exit. The teacher came over to briefly bid farewell to Em. Meanwhile the boy discovered Isaac’s toy car. As is inevitable with my children as soon as one is on track and heeding my voice the other becomes distracto-king or queen, which happened. The teacher realised I was losing and kindly encouraged Will with “Thank you for looking after this car for me, it’s time to go with mummy now”, to which Sir Subtle responded “I wasn’t looking after it for you, I was playing with it!” He then bent down and made the larger-than-average toy car crash with supersonic speed into the classroom front door. We then made our less than conspicuous escape.

An important rule of motherhood I’ve learned is to never to leave my children’s classrooms with my tail between my legs because of their behaviour. For one, teachers work for us so their concern for my child must be while I’m absent; secondly, surely someone else's child will behaviour worse in the same place . . .right?

Why Boys and Dogs are Gross

William and Lindi seem to adore each other. They feel exactly the same way towards one another, admiration combined with fear and even a little love.

Will watches daddy play 'rough and tumble' with Lindi so he of course copies. However, his muscles, being less developed than his six foot plus father's aren't able to defend him as effectively from the snappy puppy mouth flying towards his ears at rapid pace. Similarly, Lindi has discovered the mini version of her owner isn't as trustworthy as his larger and calmer counterpart. She has discovered there is a space between the ground and our deck which provides enough safety from a weapon in the form of a broom or stick.

Our little girl is growing up - she currently has one wobbly tooth and has lost somewhere between two and seven baby teeth (we're not quite as on the ball with our dogs development as we are with our own live young). This is where the story gets interesting . . .and gross. The combination of rough and tumble, Will rolling on the ground, tackling the dog, puppy jumps, scratches and bites results in probable emotional scars on the dog, but more significantly, potential physical scars on our son. Today was no exception, but with a twist. Sure enough they were outside rough housing when Will yelped (yes Will, not the dog) and cried a bit. I saw the scratch on the side of his face but it was only small and very much superficial. He was moving his jaw/mouth around in an unusual way and I thought he had perhaps bit his tongue in the process. I had called the dog away and we were on to the squeaky ball in no time.

Shortly after this incident, my darling son came to me and presented me with a baby dog tooth explaining - completely nonchalantly - "This is a tooth of Lindi's that was in my mouth." HUH!?! Never have we brushed his teeth faster.

I'm actually feeling nauseous remember the incident so I'll attach some adorable pictures and be done. 

Yup. He can't leave her alone.