In a time BC (before children) there were many things I said repeatedly, such as "what are we doing on Friday night"  or "shall buy this top in both colours" but now in AD, (after dilation), my seemingly most common phrase at the moment is "Dont eat the cat biscuits" or "Get your hands out of the toilet".

I have to admit at some point in my distant past, I *may* have tasted a cat biscuit and let me assure those of you that havent tried them, they are awful. I am sure that they are considered delicious to our feline friends who usually have mouse on the menu but to human beings, this is certainly not a delicacy of choice!

Now ever since we found crawling a few months ago, the littlest daughter has decided she has a penchant for the cat biscuits in the kitchen and it really doesnt matter what flavour. At first I thought she may try them and spit them out but oh no, she scuttles across the floor like she is on a military mission and dives on the cat bowl. She is not a frail baby girl and definately not underfed, so her desire to gobble the cat biscuits remains a mystery!

Now on the subject of mysteries, what delights could the toilet bowl hold that simply grips the facination of an 11 month old baby? My love of bleach has had to go on hold for the moment, through sheer fear of her dipping her hands in the toilet but am still baffled as to what is so intriguing. Thankfully everyone now remembers to put the toilet seat down ..... so maybe the little one's facination with the toilet does have its advantages after all!