Da ya think I'm sexy?

My Mothers attempt to get me into church worked yesterday. I walked in and Rod Stewart was singing:

'Da ya think I'm sexy?!'

(I googled it 'Da ya' is correct.)

No it was not a church service that I went to (if it was, I would think about going more often) it was the belated children's Christmas party. 

It was an entertaining afternoon. Musical chairs nearly turned into a brawl as there were 2 older boys at the end (as they had pushed all girls out the way) one grabbed the last chair and the other one nearly fell flat on his face! 

Scarlett was one of the first to be kicked out of the game where when the music stops, the kids have to sit down and she was the last to sit down (I don't know what it is called?!) she was in her own world dancing, bless her. 

One mother took it upon herself to kick kids out of the above game. We were in a place of worship so I kept my opinion of her to myself, however I will say her moves to the music were like that of a crazed wombat. (Ten Hail Marys for me.) 

When the games had finished, I asked Scarlett if she wanted me to dance with her as she was sitting watching everyone and she told me to go back to the otherside of the room! 

Thank God, as it was the birdie song and I don't think I could have really forced myself to dance to that. 

When buffet time was called I pushed Scarlett to the front as I had seen some Pizza Express boxes being taken out earlier. 

That's the best part of a children's party, the buffet! Every parent looks around the room to check no one is watching, before sneaking a few crisps or mini sausages into their mouth. 

My top tip is to load your child's plate with food, then when they say they have finished you can 'save waste' and polish off the leftovers. 

I was devestated when Scarlett ate all of the pizza on her plate, so I unapologetically went to the silver platter of pizza and ate the biggest piece I could find in front of everyone. What?! I was hungry too! 

After food, it was back to dancing. Scarlett was staying close to a naughty boy who was tearing up the place. She is just like her Mummy, going for boys that are no good for her. 

Mind you, if she dresses like this, I may not have to worry about boys going near her.....