Ursula’s birthday pee

 We had some friends over for cake last night for Ursula’s birthday. Ice cream cake, pavlova and an un-iced (don’t ask) angel food cake. Hugo arrived as well, wearing the t-shirt we brought him back from Ireland, or should we say his excuse.

At one stage he disappeared upstairs, and then Ursula was called up and they were up there a while. Then he came down with something to tell me.

“I pee’d on your pillow,” he admitted.

But the t-shirt says it all. He’s not yet two, only learning to speak but already has the “it wasn’t me” excuse perfected. Damn leprechauns.