I’ve been back, what? Five days? And I’ve had to deal with my darling almost-three-year-old daughter telling me that she wants to get high. “Tana, I want to get high.”
She has been going on and on like this about 10 times a day. I couldn’t take it any longer. This morning I finally asked her why getting high was so important to her.
“So I can play basketball, Mummy!!”
Now, wasn’t that obvious? Silly me!