Our wee one woke up with chickenpox on Saturday morning. I always thought, up to now that is, that chickenpox was quite serious and knocked bouncy children out for a few days; with them having high temperatures and feeling down. Not our little one. Apart from the spots – and there are not that many – he is as lively as ever. Trying to convince him to not scratch the itchy little spots is about as effective as speaking to a solid wall. But I suppose this is just par for the course with little ones.
Stop reading, start speaking
Stop translating in your head and start speaking Italian for real with the only audio course that prompt you to speak.
Grandma has kindly come up from Genova to look after the little beast while he is ‘ill’ and off school. Thanks gran – life would be difficult without you.
