Oh dear

Oh dear. Oh dear. Ohdearohdearohdear.

I am on my own with four kids and an impending heart attack.

They're being rather good, all things considered, but it's still stressful. Also, one does get accustomed to no longer having to change diapers, ahahahaha. And having Tadpole pointing and loudly exclaiming "EWWWWWWW! EWWWWWWW!" doesn't help. (Smiling helps control the gag reflex, thank you, thank you, CSI.)

*hyperventilates* bugger, they found the cat *flees*

ETA: the cat has been rescued. Please excuse me while I have a heart attack in a quiet corner. If I'm able to find one.

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SO. They're gone.

I did not kill any of them, I am pleased to say, but that's only cos I promised a friend I had been chatting with that I would try not to. At some point, I was terribly tempted to go and ask said friend if it would be OK if I killed them painlessly *sheepish grin*

That must have been when they attempted to prove that cats could fly, and guess who got to be experimented on? (No, don't worry, I caught them in time)

Big Brother did not want to leave when their dad came to fetch them, though, so he ran off with Froglet and they hid in several various corners of the house (and ran each time they saw us approaching), and I have to say, their Dad is one of the most unbelievably patient people I know and never once lost his cool or raised his voice.

Little sister *wants to go home and looks for big brother* There he is!
Big Brother: NO, I AM NOT!

Ahahahaha, tough luck, buddy, that one is a dead giveaway.