What the tiny terrors do when mum's asleep

Oh joy.

I am convinced that many people, if not all, are slightly psychic.

You know that feeling when a song comes on the radio and you swear you were just thinking about it... or knowing who's calling when the phone rings?

I woke up this morning and had a funny feeling things weren't right. I never have that feeling, but this morning I knew the tiny terrors were up to something.

Otto and Ted (let's be fair: likely 90% Otto, 10% poor Ted who was bullied into it) had turned our flat into a puppy-nappy demolishing farm. It was everywhere, including hardened bits wedged into Otto's beard, which I had to cut out.

As for how much nappy is currently being absorbed in Otto's insatiable tummy? Anyone's guess.

The tiny terrors are in big trouble this morning. NO treats.