"Don't wee in your pants, wee on the potty."
Those were Charlotte's first words of the day, her eyes still half-shut. Something for us all to think about there, I'd say.
Meanwhile, I'm now into day four of having a sore finger.
Having not bashed it to my knowledge - it's not even swollen up - I've had to take to Google in an attempt to diagnose what the problem might be. And I've narrowed it down to three possibilities:
But deep down, I kind of know that this could be the end.
Do please keep your fingers crossed for me, because I'm having great trouble crossing mine.