I was complaining this afternoon about stomach cramps. It’s that time of the month, and as usual I have mild cramping on my first day.
I told my daughter (aged 3) she should help me because my stomach was hurting and I needed some help. She looked at me and said
“Are you getting old mum?”
Me: “Yeah, something like that.”
She runs to the bathroom and reaches into the cupboard.
“I’ll get you something to help with that.”
She pulls out the moisturiser and hands it to me.
“This will help keep you alive when you’re in the graveyard.”
Heather Ewings 