The other day I suddenly realised I hadn’t seen or heard from Eva for at least two minutes, so I went searching.
I finally found her loitering in the bathroom, at which point she whirled guiltily around and gave me what can only be described as a filthy Sid James laugh, before turning and scuttling away down the hallway like an alien down an air vent.
… leaving me with this:
…and yes, helpfully some of the more waterlogged ones had indeed burst out of their wrapping (Where’s a pair of rubber gloves when you need ’em?)
I like the way she has dunked one of every conceivable size and colour though. Inclusive – that’s our Eva!
What is it about Toddlers and Tampons, though? If they’re not trying to eat the damn things, they’re using them as unorthodox plumbing tools.
Well, I guess that’s a valuable lesson learned about leaving Tampax at tot-level.
(In the meantime, if anyone is short on present ideas for our daughter this christmas, a bumper box of Super-Duper-Heavy-Flow should do the trick.)