The flip side of freedom (a newly unencumbered mother's limerick)
I grinned as I set off alone
But that smile soon turned to a groan
For to cart all my loot
With no pushchair boot
Made me mourn how my children had grown
But that smile soon turned to a groan
For to cart all my loot
With no pushchair boot
Made me mourn how my children had grown
posted by Rebecca | 8:46 AM
6 Comments:
Delightful! So it's wrong that I take our stroller with me, even when the kids aren't along? =)
(Found you via Jen @ Faking It - I've been enjoying your tales...)
Hehehe. I always miss the stroller when I go out without the kids. And then dread having it when with the kids, because J begs me to bring it, and then won't ride in it! :-)
Is un-en-cumbered, just cumbered? Mind you, this sounds like a good excuse for a new handbag, so it's not all bad news.
Pushchair?! You're officially a Brit! ;)
"Pushchair" and "boot" both mark you as a Brit forevermore.
I guess you'll have to get one of those carriers I saw women pulling when I was there.
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