Naughty Big Toe

The last couple months we've been decorating the flat ready to put it on the market. This morning while Callum was at playschool I managed to at long last finish painting the floor in our bedroom. Upon returning home from playschool I gave Callum strict instructions not to go in Mummy and Daddy's bedroom and told him it was because I'd painted the area near the doorway. We've been home from playschool for about 1.5 hours and it's taken him that long to at last get paint on him! But of course it isn't his fault, no it's the naughty big toe's fault for making him go into the bedroom. He does make me laugh with his excuses. It's like Callum's latest trick to not go to sleep at nighttime is that there is a Monster in his room that is going to eat me (that's me as in me Sarah, Mummy, not me as in Callum, little monkey monster maker up of excuses not to go to sleep) up. I just make out that I'm talking to the monster and he's just telling me he's trying to tickle me not eat me up.