My son calling adverts 'adworks'.
My daughter's thoughtfulness and kindness.
My dog falling down the back of the sofa and then sprackling like a drunk to right herself. (Actually, that makes me howl, not just smile.)
Putting on new, soft cotton socks.
Opening the kitchen cupboard and finding Wispas.
Originally Posted by
muggins14:
“Today we went to the circus (it comes once a year, it's a special for disabled kids, costs nothing and is sponsored by local business who buy the tickets and give them to various schools/groups/charities).
I spent most of the time watching my daughter as she enjoyed the show. The pleasure she gets gives me pleasure, she loved the clown. She asked if we could take him home with us
”
That's so sweet and is the polar opposite of our recent trip to the circus. I bagged free tickets, thought the kids would be delighted. Not so much.
Girl: "No offence Mum but WWF said animals shouldn't be in circuses so, you know, I'll not if you don't mind. No offence. But I'll not judge you if you want to go..." Which told me I was being judged. Very much.
Took boy. He was spectacularly underwhelmed by the clown. Refused to accept he was a clown and sighed and said "Not That Man again" everytime he came out. Tbf it was the shoddiest, dreariest circus I'd seen and the clown - That Man - did have the face of a depressive and hardened drinker but still...ungrateful brutes! Left at the interval.