The Week of the Untamed Tummies is almost over (Please please, let it be over!) and my only advice to you is NOT to use your super powerful dyson vacuum cleaner (with bagless cylinder technology!) to suck up the cornstarch/baking soda/puke mixture from the carpet until it has DRIED PROPERLY. You are welcome for that.
We have been reading, to while away the moments. And I worked out that I've read over five thousand bedtime stories. It'll be way more than that, actually, because of the seven years or so when I was being begged for "One more... Just one more, mummy!"
Short, three-minute tales, epic adventures of Greek Gods and Goddesses, poetry, chapter books, fairy tales, serious literature, educational stuff (in very small doses), hilarious tales, sad stories, books that were too old or too young for the listeners, fables and even stories with no words at all.
This morning I read to Max from 'The Once and Future King', one of our all-time favourites. And then he fell asleep in my bed, tired out from a restless night. Hopefully he's dreaming of King Pellinore and Sir Grummore, jousting.
Books: They entertain and comfort. What would we do without them?