Raising A Little Boy

"Hey Mum, look what I found" is usually never a good sentence starter-especially when coming from a little boy.

Being a mum of a 3 almost 4 year old boy has been an experience. Sometimes gross, sometimes funny, sometimes worthy of heart failure.

Today was a gross one.

Mr 3 was quietly eating lunch after playing with a curly blue dress up wig.

He picked up something off the wig and turned to me with a smile on his face "hey Mum, look what I found"

He tried to give me something that looked like a stick. I didn't take it but instead looked at the weird shape of this 'stick'

"Bradley, that's a dead lizard get rid of it!!" I screamed and swatted the dead lizard out of his hand.

He screamed, I tried not to gag and Zac looked mildly interested, like the lizard would make a good meal.

Mr3 was sent to the bathroom to scrub himself from head to toe while I inspected the lizard. It was dead, and dried up and slightly shrivelled looking-soooo gross!!!

I had flashbacks to the time Miss5 was 15 months old and very proudly brought me a dead bird from the backyard.

After he was disinfected Mr3 came back, keeping a close eye out for the lizard. By then hubby had flushed that little lizard down the toilet!

With the drama over Mr3 went back to stuffing his face with his lunch... All in a days work for a boy right??