Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth

Ok so at dinner tonight, my darling son decided to start a who is the boss of who competition.


Wee Robert : Daddy, you are the boss of me.
Hubby Robert : Am I son?
Wee Robert : Yes, you are the boss of me, Kimmi is the boss of Kieran, Kieran is the boss of Missy (family dog) and I am the boss of mummy.
Me : Huh?? no baby I'm the boss of you.
Wee Robert : Don't be silly mummy, I beat you at bowling.
Me : That doesn't make you mummy's boss sweetheart.
Wee Robert : Yes it does
*looks over to hubby for back up and realise it is a lost cost as he is laughing into his mince and tatties*
Me : Ok so if you are the boss of mummy, then who is mummy the boss of?
Wee Robert : You can be the boss of Jesus.

So apparently in my house it goes :- Hubby, Son, kimmi, Kieran, me, then Jesus.

Always good to know.

In other news we are running a fun writing workshop over at spnwriterlounge you should come around, it looks like it is going to be fun.

Also as some of you already know (as I've been bugging your brains about it endlessly) for the last 14 weeks I've been taking part in therealljidol under my writing journal magsscribbles . The competition is getting fierce, and I am happy that I have made it so far, and now that I am not scared senseless I'd love to share it with anyone who is interested. I'm always up for new readers, and new voters :P

All of my previous entires can be found here
HERE

This weeks entry can be found HERE, this week we were writing with partners, and mines was the wonderfully taented beautyofgrey you can read her entry HERE