My DS (otherwise known as the Master of Disaster)
after her throw powder all over our bedroom.

Text reads:

You not mad at me? You take my photograph?'

Yes I was mad! Well.. kind of mad. You told your firest lie today. I asked what you were doing and you said... Just reading, but the voice came from the wrong room and I knew you were up to mischief. You had emptied a box of powder all over our room, and were delighting in spreading it.

I stood in the doorway and said LACHLAN THOMAS rather loudly and you knew you had gone too far. But then you looked pretty funny, so I grabbed the camera.. you looked at me rather confused and said.. You not mad at me.. you take my photograph?

I gave you a cuddle and asked you to thelp me clean it all up. I hope you realise one day that Mummy wasn't crazy - she was just cherishing the little things.. even the ones that make her mad.