Dinnertime

Father… I trust you were watching your little witch today when she neglected to point out that I'd given her the wrong food bowl…

In fact, I only realized when Bella started having an existential crisis over what was in front of her. By which time Little Miss had finished half of Bella's food! I had to top up Bella's food to make sure she had enough! 

And I can see you giggling away over my indignation.  It's such a visceral image - I hope I don't lose it. 

Mom would say she's being a corgi, but there is a reason her nickname is Rubbish… (tut-tut, Father!!) 

Although, it's probably not a good sign that both Loco and Bella are super-picky eaters. Of course, *someone* got Loco hooked on Whiskas pouches - not even pellets, bloody pouches!!! Jees, Dad, really?! 

I miss you guys so much. 

Everyday. 

For little moments. 

And the big discussions that I need to have. 

And even the random discussions about how "Cunk on Earth" could be used for teaching and how bright Rhyley is.