12 days

is exactly how long it took Sam to quietly trot out of his bedroom while Mummy and Daddy were sleeping, pull a chair across the dining room, clamber up on top of it to reach the advent calendar hanging high on the wall supposedly out of reach, pull it down off its nail, and tear into it. He’s scarfed the lot. Mind you, I suppose that is twelve days longer than I was expecting, and he did at least take a moment to colour in the picture of Santa on the back.

2 Responses to 12 days

  1. ashridge December 13, 2009 at 10:31 pm #

    Stealth Sam
    He owes Baby Bea big time for scoffing her share of the advent treats! Full marks for ingenuity though.

  2. ashridge December 13, 2009 at 10:31 pm #

    Stealth Sam

    He owes Baby Bea big time for scoffing her share of the advent treats! Full marks for ingenuity though.

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