June 2016

When my son opened his birthday present, his face looked like we’d just shot our dog. We don’t even have a dog. He undid the wrapping, took it out, looked at it, then put it back down, turning his head aside with such a look of sorrow that you’d think we’d cancelled Christmas. Normally, I love how my kids’ faces express every emotion they feel, but this is not good. With extended family coming for Christmas, they have to learn how to feign grateful elation, to convey to the giver that in their wildest dreams and most giddy perusals of those Lego catalogues that come with every damn set they get, they did not expect to receive this. In short, to put on their “present face”.

Do What I Say, Not What I Do

Unfortunately, I am not the best teacher. As my family will testify, it wasn’t till I was about 30 that I mastered my “present face”. I totally get it. You should be grateful for the thought, the expenditure and the effort, whatever the gift. Of course you should. And normally, I am genuinely grateful for every present I am lucky enough to receive. I’m not a spoilt cow. But when you are given a top in a colour you never wear/ that is two sizes too big, or a book on housekeeping (true! this happened to me!), it can sometimes be hard not to feel a little affronted. Do they know me so little? Do I really look that fat? Is my house really that filthy? Luckily, I’ve now learnt that there is no ‘I’ in present. And that if someone has bothered to buy me a present, it is not with the intention of upsetting me.

So, I want my kids to be better than me, to make up for my shameful ungraciousness. But it doesn’t work to teach them about the less fortunate at their age (my oldest is six). I am constantly reminding them of the poor children who don’t even have food or water, let alone presents. They can grasp this: they are sorry and compassionate, and are proud to support the fundraising drives at school and in the high street. But they can’t connect it to their own need to receive not only a present, but the perfect present.

Spoilt brats, or just kids?

Although their ingratitude makes me hysterical and feel I have failed, yet again, to bring them up well, I get this too. With (obviously!) no access to cash nor means to earn it, birthdays and Christmas are the only times they get new stuff (apart from the occasional Sunday when Daddy is hungover in Toys R Us). So to get the wrong thing is a crushing disappointment. They’re only little, after all. Not spoilt, just kids.

But my oldest took it a bit far at his birthday recently, when he actually started crying before he opened one present – because it wasn’t big enough. What with him and his brother’s “dead dog” face, my work is cut out! I don’t want to teach them to be deceitful, but I think it is perfectly acceptable to invoke the gentle sanction of “no nice smiles, no TV”. I’m loath to micromanage people’s generosity and take away their pleasure in giving by suggesting / dictating what they should buy the children (unless specifically asked, in which case, I have a prepared list). Although I know this would be an obvious answer, of course I think it’s more important that the boys learn to appreciate whatever they’re given. However, until that inner maturity is reached, I’m working on their “present face”.

Note: My long-term readers will recognise this from a couple of years ago – but let me tell you, the present face is still not there yet!

Picture credit: alexilondon.com

A subtle yet striking way to play the asymmetric earring trend, by ALEXI London. Entry form below! You don’t buy any jewellery for months and then two come along at once – as I found when I was gifted two beautiful pairs of earrings by ALEXI London, from their ‘Hug and Kiss’ range. This lovely concept plays on the mismatched earring trend (as seen on Darcey Bussell in the Strictly semi-final, among others), with a mini hollow circle (the hug) of fine sterling silver, gold or rose gold, paired with a delicate cross (the kiss). Both are adorned with a touch of sparkle to make you stand out in the crowd.

I’m delighted to offer the chance to win a pair of these earrings – a lovely treat for your mum, with Mother’s Day coming up – or for yourself, of course! See entry form and Terms and Conditions at the end of this review.

The lucky winner can choose which combination they’d like to receive: two studs or two threaders or one of each; two hugs, two kisses, or one of each, in rose gold or sterling silver.

As a mum of three young boys, I’d got out of the habit of wearing earrings, having been tugged by the earlobe one too many times by a curious baby. But now my youngest is three, I am finally venturing into wearing jewellery every day, and I love how it completely transforms an outfit. I wear my hug and kiss studs every day, and they are perfect for softening up my habitual slightly preppy look (I love a white shirt) – and for prettying up my gym kit!

If you have more than one piercing, you could try this look – go on, be a rebel!

The drop earrings, or threaders, are lovely for a day-to-evening look: I wore mine to the recent wedding of one of my oldest friends – the perfect place to showcase my new asymmetric beauties. I chose the “hug” or open hoop pair – two sparkly circles to reflect the spirit of the occasion: the eternal love pledged by the exchange of wedding rings (weep!).

Me “modelling” the rose gold Hug Threader and Stud; and the sterling silver version

After nine years of changing body shape with three pregnancies , like many women, buying clothes is not always a pleasure. But jewellery always makes me feel special, whether I can do up my jeans or not. Thank you to ALEXI London for reintroducing me to an old love and helping me feel a little bit special every day.

Enter now for a chance to win a pair of your choice from the sets above – good luck!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Terms and Conditions: Competition closes at 12.00am (midnight) GMT on Thursday 25th February 2016. Entries received after this time and date will not be valid. UK residents only. Entrants must be 18 and over. Winner will be selected at random via Rafflecopter after the closing date and will be notified within 5 days of competition end. Only entrants received via the Rafflecopter widget will be considered valid. The prize is one pair of ALEXI London earrings, in your choice of combination, as outlined above – no cash alternatives to the stated prize will be offered. Threader RRP £40, studs £30.

Find more competitions at The Prizefinder!

When my son opened his birthday present, his face looked like we’d just shot our dog. We don’t even have a dog. He undid the wrapping, took it out, looked at it, then put it back down, turning his head aside with such a look of sorrow that you’d think we’d cancelled Christmas. Normally, I love how my kids’ faces express every emotion they feel, but this is not good. With extended family coming for Christmas, they have to learn how to feign grateful elation, to convey to the giver that in their wildest dreams and most giddy perusals of those Lego catalogues that come with every damn set they get, they did not expect to receive this. In short, to put on their “present face”.

Do What I Say, Not What I Do

Unfortunately, I am not the best teacher. As my family will testify, it wasn’t till I was about 30 that I mastered my “present face”. I totally get it. You should be grateful for the thought, the expenditure and the effort, whatever the gift. Of course you should. And normally, I am genuinely grateful for every present I am lucky enough to receive. I’m not a spoilt cow. But when you are given a top in a colour you never wear/ that is two sizes too big, or a book on housekeeping (true! this happened to me!), it can sometimes be hard not to feel a little affronted. Do they know me so little? Do I really look that fat? Is my house really that filthy? Luckily, I’ve now learnt that there is no ‘I’ in present. And that if someone has bothered to buy me a present, it is not with the intention of upsetting me.

So, I want my kids to be better than me, to make up for my shameful ungraciousness. But it doesn’t work to teach them about the less fortunate at their age (my oldest is six). I am constantly reminding them of the poor children who don’t even have food or water, let alone presents. They can grasp this: they are sorry and compassionate, and are proud to support the fundraising drives at school and in the high street. But they can’t connect it to their own need to receive not only a present, but the perfect present.

Spoilt brats, or just kids?

Although their ingratitude makes me hysterical and feel I have failed, yet again, to bring them up well, I get this too. With (obviously!) no access to cash nor means to earn it, birthdays and Christmas are the only times they get new stuff (apart from the occasional Sunday when Daddy is hungover in Toys R Us). So to get the wrong thing is a crushing disappointment. They’re only little, after all. Not spoilt, just kids.

But my oldest took it a bit far at his birthday recently, when he actually started crying before he opened one present – because it wasn’t big enough. What with him and his brother’s “dead dog” face, my work is cut out! I don’t want to teach them to be deceitful, but I think it is perfectly acceptable to invoke the gentle sanction of “no nice smiles, no TV”. I’m loath to micromanage people’s generosity and take away their pleasure in giving by suggesting / dictating what they should buy the children (unless specifically asked, in which case, I have a prepared list). Although I know this would be an obvious answer, of course I think it’s more important that the boys learn to appreciate whatever they’re given. However, until that inner maturity is reached, I’m working on their “present face”.

Note: My long-term readers will recognise this from a couple of years ago – but let me tell you, the present face is still not there yet!

Picture credit: alexilondon.com

A subtle yet striking way to play the asymmetric earring trend, by ALEXI London. Entry form below! You don’t buy any jewellery for months and then two come along at once – as I found when I was gifted two beautiful pairs of earrings by ALEXI London, from their ‘Hug and Kiss’ range. This lovely concept plays on the mismatched earring trend (as seen on Darcey Bussell in the Strictly semi-final, among others), with a mini hollow circle (the hug) of fine sterling silver, gold or rose gold, paired with a delicate cross (the kiss). Both are adorned with a touch of sparkle to make you stand out in the crowd.

I’m delighted to offer the chance to win a pair of these earrings – a lovely treat for your mum, with Mother’s Day coming up – or for yourself, of course! See entry form and Terms and Conditions at the end of this review.

The lucky winner can choose which combination they’d like to receive: two studs or two threaders or one of each; two hugs, two kisses, or one of each, in rose gold or sterling silver.

As a mum of three young boys, I’d got out of the habit of wearing earrings, having been tugged by the earlobe one too many times by a curious baby. But now my youngest is three, I am finally venturing into wearing jewellery every day, and I love how it completely transforms an outfit. I wear my hug and kiss studs every day, and they are perfect for softening up my habitual slightly preppy look (I love a white shirt) – and for prettying up my gym kit!

If you have more than one piercing, you could try this look – go on, be a rebel!

The drop earrings, or threaders, are lovely for a day-to-evening look: I wore mine to the recent wedding of one of my oldest friends – the perfect place to showcase my new asymmetric beauties. I chose the “hug” or open hoop pair – two sparkly circles to reflect the spirit of the occasion: the eternal love pledged by the exchange of wedding rings (weep!).

Me “modelling” the rose gold Hug Threader and Stud; and the sterling silver version

After nine years of changing body shape with three pregnancies , like many women, buying clothes is not always a pleasure. But jewellery always makes me feel special, whether I can do up my jeans or not. Thank you to ALEXI London for reintroducing me to an old love and helping me feel a little bit special every day.

Enter now for a chance to win a pair of your choice from the sets above – good luck!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Terms and Conditions: Competition closes at 12.00am (midnight) GMT on Thursday 25th February 2016. Entries received after this time and date will not be valid. UK residents only. Entrants must be 18 and over. Winner will be selected at random via Rafflecopter after the closing date and will be notified within 5 days of competition end. Only entrants received via the Rafflecopter widget will be considered valid. The prize is one pair of ALEXI London earrings, in your choice of combination, as outlined above – no cash alternatives to the stated prize will be offered. Threader RRP £40, studs £30.

Find more competitions at The Prizefinder!

When you’re three, the world is your toilet.

It all started when we were potty training. I was so pleased that my son gave me any notice at all before weeing, I was happy for him go pretty much wherever we were. Needs must and all that. But now, despite his much improved bladder control, he still feels he has a licence to wee at all times and in all places.

Got a licence to wee.

1. In the middle of the park. Not discreetly behind a tree. Right there by the swings.
2. On the pavement. Not in the gutter behind an open car door as I’ve possibly encouraged him to in the past.
3. On his clothes. Bless his little cottons, sometimes he still has a misfire even when he’s standing by the loo.
4. By the schoolgate – I caught him in time but he was all ready to go.
5. With his brothers. I have three boys, and now the youngest has joined the standing-up wee gang, they do like to all go together.
6. On his brothers…I still can’t tell whether it was deliberate.
7. On the closed lid of the loo. So close yet so far.
8. In the middle of the beach. “No! I meant in the sea,” I cry as he stands right up on the sand and does his wee. Or he’ll be in the sea but remain standing: “Crouch down darling!” I’ll half-cry, half-laugh.
9. In the bath. Standard. I defy anyone with boys to claim their child never gets in the bath and goes “aaaah” – despite there being a perfectly good loo right there next to it.
10. And his favourite, pants down, on mummy’s foot, hand, scarf – whatever is in the line of fire.

But you know what, although I, of course, try to limit his overly public pees for hygiene’s sake, he’s only three. When a boy’s gotta go a boy’s gotta go.

Nothing beats an alfresco wee.

What’s the funniest / most embarrassing place your toddler has weed?

It’s great that my kids love me. But I want them to like me too! Is that too much to ask?

My six-year old sharpened his pencil onto the seat and floor of the car on the way to school today. Both ends. I couldn’t quite believe it. He didn’t mean any harm, but is that something you do to someone you like? It’s just one more indication that as my kids get older, they seem to like me less.

But that’s just the kind of thing kids do, you might say – it’s benign and unintentional thoughtlessness. It’s nothing to do with whether they like you or not.

Like is a loaded word, anyway. To an adult, it means things like respect (not littering your friend’s car), interest in and compassion for the other person, enjoyment of their company, willingness to go above and beyond to make their lives better.

To a child it means they think you’re cool.

I used to be cool. On good days I think I do still have a residue of cool. But my kids will never think I’m cool. Even if I let them use daddy’s sound system and have a cushion disco with their mates (where they dance wildly either jumping from cushion to cushion, barging each other with them or throwing them at the light fittings). When such occasions happen, when I’m dancing along to Uptown Funk and my eight-year-old is kind of mirroring my moves, I think, “Yeah! They like me!”

Then I see the clock and say, “Teatime!”

My coolness evaporates like the IPad dying.

It’s not just my older two that I suspect of not liking me. Although it’s true that with age, children get more critical of everything, with parents first in the firing line, I’m not sure they ever liked me even as toddlers. My three-year-old “likes” me best when he is sitting on the sofa watching back-to-back Paw Patrol and being brought a continuous stream of snacks, while I remain silently in the background ready to pander to his every wish.

But perhaps “like” is an irrelevant emotion between child and parent (but not vice versa; I really really like my children most of the time)? Or if not irrelevant, an inaccurate term for the complex feelings children have towards their up-bringers?

Because, in the most basic sense, that’s what we are – the people bringing them up. We’re not their mates. We care for them more than anyone in the world, we have their best interest at heart and we’d rip out our hearts for their sake. But is that something that makes you “like” someone?

That’s not to say that I don’t fully anticipate and dream of the day when we do become friends. From my late 20s I’ve viewed my mum as more of a friend than a parent, and this seems to be true of many people.

I won’t stop trying to make them like me, ever.  But until then, I’m playing the long game. I’ve got a new tactic, in fact – make their friends like me, and then they might see that I am worth liking. I’ve upped the playdates in an attempt to showcase my coolness to key influencers in their life, throwing out Tangfastics and fart jokes as if I’m like that all the time, in the hope that the next day at school, my target will say to my son, “Hey, your mum is so cool,” or “I wish my mum was like yours.”

It’s a risky game, as the mothers of said peers are unlikely to approve of my behaviour, but I’m willing to risk their censure if their kid can convince mine to like me.

Am I trying too hard?

I’ve no doubt that my boys love me – they often proclaim, “I love you bum bum”, “I love you poo monster”, “Cuddle!” and ” I love you to infinity infinity poofinity and back.”

They hug me when I’m having a little cry, they kiss me better if I hurt myself, they curl their little hands in mine, they won’t wee on anyone else – they definitely love me.

I’ll gladly wait 20 years or as long as it takes for them to like me. Because right now, their love is all I need.

It’s great that my kids love me. But I want them to like me too! Is that too much to ask?

My six-year old sharpened his pencil onto the seat and floor of the car on the way to school today. Both ends. I couldn’t quite believe it. He didn’t mean any harm, but is that something you do to someone you like? It’s just one more indication that as my kids get older, they seem to like me less.

But that’s just the kind of thing kids do, you might say – it’s benign and unintentional thoughtlessness. It’s nothing to do with whether they like you or not.

Like is a loaded word, anyway. To an adult, it means things like respect (not littering your friend’s car), interest in and compassion for the other person, enjoyment of their company, willingness to go above and beyond to make their lives better.

To a child it means they think you’re cool.

I used to be cool. On good days I think I do still have a residue of cool. But my kids will never think I’m cool. Even if I let them use daddy’s sound system and have a cushion disco with their mates (where they dance wildly either jumping from cushion to cushion, barging each other with them or throwing them at the light fittings). When such occasions happen, when I’m dancing along to Uptown Funk and my eight-year-old is kind of mirroring my moves, I think, “Yeah! They like me!”

Then I see the clock and say, “Teatime!”

My coolness evaporates like the IPad dying.

It’s not just my older two that I suspect of not liking me. Although it’s true that with age, children get more critical of everything, with parents first in the firing line, I’m not sure they ever liked me even as toddlers. My three-year-old “likes” me best when he is sitting on the sofa watching back-to-back Paw Patrol and being brought a continuous stream of snacks, while I remain silently in the background ready to pander to his every wish.

But perhaps “like” is an irrelevant emotion between child and parent (but not vice versa; I really really like my children most of the time)? Or if not irrelevant, an inaccurate term for the complex feelings children have towards their up-bringers?

Because, in the most basic sense, that’s what we are – the people bringing them up. We’re not their mates. We care for them more than anyone in the world, we have their best interest at heart and we’d rip out our hearts for their sake. But is that something that makes you “like” someone?

That’s not to say that I don’t fully anticipate and dream of the day when we do become friends. From my late 20s I’ve viewed my mum as more of a friend than a parent, and this seems to be true of many people.

I won’t stop trying to make them like me, ever.  But until then, I’m playing the long game. I’ve got a new tactic, in fact – make their friends like me, and then they might see that I am worth liking. I’ve upped the playdates in an attempt to showcase my coolness to key influencers in their life, throwing out Tangfastics and fart jokes as if I’m like that all the time, in the hope that the next day at school, my target will say to my son, “Hey, your mum is so cool,” or “I wish my mum was like yours.”

It’s a risky game, as the mothers of said peers are unlikely to approve of my behaviour, but I’m willing to risk their censure if their kid can convince mine to like me.

Am I trying too hard?

I’ve no doubt that my boys love me – they often proclaim, “I love you bum bum”, “I love you poo monster”, “Cuddle!” and ” I love you to infinity infinity poofinity and back.”

They hug me when I’m having a little cry, they kiss me better if I hurt myself, they curl their little hands in mine, they won’t wee on anyone else – they definitely love me.

I’ll gladly wait 20 years or as long as it takes for them to like me. Because right now, their love is all I need.

Picture credit: alexilondon.com

A subtle yet striking way to play the asymmetric earring trend, by ALEXI London. Entry form below! You don’t buy any jewellery for months and then two come along at once – as I found when I was gifted two beautiful pairs of earrings by ALEXI London, from their ‘Hug and Kiss’ range. This lovely concept plays on the mismatched earring trend (as seen on Darcey Bussell in the Strictly semi-final, among others), with a mini hollow circle (the hug) of fine sterling silver, gold or rose gold, paired with a delicate cross (the kiss). Both are adorned with a touch of sparkle to make you stand out in the crowd.

I’m delighted to offer the chance to win a pair of these earrings – a lovely treat for your mum, with Mother’s Day coming up – or for yourself, of course! See entry form and Terms and Conditions at the end of this review.

The lucky winner can choose which combination they’d like to receive: two studs or two threaders or one of each; two hugs, two kisses, or one of each, in rose gold or sterling silver.

As a mum of three young boys, I’d got out of the habit of wearing earrings, having been tugged by the earlobe one too many times by a curious baby. But now my youngest is three, I am finally venturing into wearing jewellery every day, and I love how it completely transforms an outfit. I wear my hug and kiss studs every day, and they are perfect for softening up my habitual slightly preppy look (I love a white shirt) – and for prettying up my gym kit!

If you have more than one piercing, you could try this look – go on, be a rebel!

The drop earrings, or threaders, are lovely for a day-to-evening look: I wore mine to the recent wedding of one of my oldest friends – the perfect place to showcase my new asymmetric beauties. I chose the “hug” or open hoop pair – two sparkly circles to reflect the spirit of the occasion: the eternal love pledged by the exchange of wedding rings (weep!).

Me “modelling” the rose gold Hug Threader and Stud; and the sterling silver version

After nine years of changing body shape with three pregnancies , like many women, buying clothes is not always a pleasure. But jewellery always makes me feel special, whether I can do up my jeans or not. Thank you to ALEXI London for reintroducing me to an old love and helping me feel a little bit special every day.

Enter now for a chance to win a pair of your choice from the sets above – good luck!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Terms and Conditions: Competition closes at 12.00am (midnight) GMT on Thursday 25th February 2016. Entries received after this time and date will not be valid. UK residents only. Entrants must be 18 and over. Winner will be selected at random via Rafflecopter after the closing date and will be notified within 5 days of competition end. Only entrants received via the Rafflecopter widget will be considered valid. The prize is one pair of ALEXI London earrings, in your choice of combination, as outlined above – no cash alternatives to the stated prize will be offered. Threader RRP £40, studs £30.

Find more competitions at The Prizefinder!

Picture credit: alexilondon.com

A subtle yet striking way to play the asymmetric earring trend, by ALEXI London. Entry form below! You don’t buy any jewellery for months and then two come along at once – as I found when I was gifted two beautiful pairs of earrings by ALEXI London, from their ‘Hug and Kiss’ range. This lovely concept plays on the mismatched earring trend (as seen on Darcey Bussell in the Strictly semi-final, among others), with a mini hollow circle (the hug) of fine sterling silver, gold or rose gold, paired with a delicate cross (the kiss). Both are adorned with a touch of sparkle to make you stand out in the crowd.

I’m delighted to offer the chance to win a pair of these earrings – a lovely treat for your mum, with Mother’s Day coming up – or for yourself, of course! See entry form and Terms and Conditions at the end of this review.

The lucky winner can choose which combination they’d like to receive: two studs or two threaders or one of each; two hugs, two kisses, or one of each, in rose gold or sterling silver.

As a mum of three young boys, I’d got out of the habit of wearing earrings, having been tugged by the earlobe one too many times by a curious baby. But now my youngest is three, I am finally venturing into wearing jewellery every day, and I love how it completely transforms an outfit. I wear my hug and kiss studs every day, and they are perfect for softening up my habitual slightly preppy look (I love a white shirt) – and for prettying up my gym kit!

If you have more than one piercing, you could try this look – go on, be a rebel!

The drop earrings, or threaders, are lovely for a day-to-evening look: I wore mine to the recent wedding of one of my oldest friends – the perfect place to showcase my new asymmetric beauties. I chose the “hug” or open hoop pair – two sparkly circles to reflect the spirit of the occasion: the eternal love pledged by the exchange of wedding rings (weep!).

Me “modelling” the rose gold Hug Threader and Stud; and the sterling silver version

After nine years of changing body shape with three pregnancies , like many women, buying clothes is not always a pleasure. But jewellery always makes me feel special, whether I can do up my jeans or not. Thank you to ALEXI London for reintroducing me to an old love and helping me feel a little bit special every day.

Enter now for a chance to win a pair of your choice from the sets above – good luck!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Terms and Conditions: Competition closes at 12.00am (midnight) GMT on Thursday 25th February 2016. Entries received after this time and date will not be valid. UK residents only. Entrants must be 18 and over. Winner will be selected at random via Rafflecopter after the closing date and will be notified within 5 days of competition end. Only entrants received via the Rafflecopter widget will be considered valid. The prize is one pair of ALEXI London earrings, in your choice of combination, as outlined above – no cash alternatives to the stated prize will be offered. Threader RRP £40, studs £30.

Find more competitions at The Prizefinder!

When you’re three, the world is your toilet.

It all started when we were potty training. I was so pleased that my son gave me any notice at all before weeing, I was happy for him go pretty much wherever we were. Needs must and all that. But now, despite his much improved bladder control, he still feels he has a licence to wee at all times and in all places.

Got a licence to wee.

1. In the middle of the park. Not discreetly behind a tree. Right there by the swings.
2. On the pavement. Not in the gutter behind an open car door as I’ve possibly encouraged him to in the past.
3. On his clothes. Bless his little cottons, sometimes he still has a misfire even when he’s standing by the loo.
4. By the schoolgate – I caught him in time but he was all ready to go.
5. With his brothers. I have three boys, and now the youngest has joined the standing-up wee gang, they do like to all go together.
6. On his brothers…I still can’t tell whether it was deliberate.
7. On the closed lid of the loo. So close yet so far.
8. In the middle of the beach. “No! I meant in the sea,” I cry as he stands right up on the sand and does his wee. Or he’ll be in the sea but remain standing: “Crouch down darling!” I’ll half-cry, half-laugh.
9. In the bath. Standard. I defy anyone with boys to claim their child never gets in the bath and goes “aaaah” – despite there being a perfectly good loo right there next to it.
10. And his favourite, pants down, on mummy’s foot, hand, scarf – whatever is in the line of fire.

But you know what, although I, of course, try to limit his overly public pees for hygiene’s sake, he’s only three. When a boy’s gotta go a boy’s gotta go.

Nothing beats an alfresco wee.

What’s the funniest / most embarrassing place your toddler has weed?