No, the Hoppa (that's what our walk to school project is called) has been selected as a finalist in a prestigious awards scheme http://mymirfieldawards.co.uk/.....well, it's not quite Pride of Britain (hankies at the ready) but it's big in, erm, Mirfield.
PLEASE GO TO THE WEBSITE AND VOTE FOR US!!!!!
That's all for today. I'm too busy blasting social media with appeals for votes to impart any words of wisdom or otherwise which may have emitted from the mouths of my offspring.
Well, apart from handing Teddy a Father's Day card the other day (don't panic, it's Father's Day in Portugal (where aforementioned Father lives) not in the UK), and asking him to write in it, to which he replied: "OK mum, who's it for?"
And so the other one doesn't feel left out of mummy's blogging life....
We'd been sat watching Pitch Perfect 2 and were having a Glee moment singing Dancing Queen and True Colours at the top of our voices (as you do when your eight-year-old is as camp as Christmas), when Daniel declared: "Mummy, we can be like the Bella's - I'll be Beca and you can be Fat Amy!"
