As many of you know I trained as a teaching assistant working with primary school children aged 4 to 11 years old.
Ah, so many things to be learnt, many of them from the children themselves. Take for example my learning to control my laughter, man, was that a steep learning curve.
Known for being a smiley sort of person, I'm one of those people who has a face that says it all ......... happiness, sadness, anger, they are all there, written as if in ink for all to see.
And yes, I admit it, at times I really did have to stop my self from laughing out loud at things that I knew the teacher would certainly not find amusing which brings to mind one little girl aged 7, lets call her Amy.
A sweet little girl who hadn't had the best start in life, she was one of those children who craved the attention of any grown up who happened to show the slightest interest in her.
Always eager to learn, Amy had a passion for stories - you could tell she wasn't read to at home as, whereas most of the children knew the traditional stories off by heart, Cinderella, Snow White, The Billy Goat's Gruff came as a revelation to Amy.
Anyway, one day, whilst reading The Three Little Pigs to the class, I came to the part where the big bad wolf said "I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down" when a little voice piped up with "Well, the bastard".
One of those occasions when I should have perhaps been shocked, Amy said this with such feeling, with such sincerity, that I'm afraid, far from telling her off, I had to fight to keep a straight face and not laugh.
Ah, happy days. Have you ever had to fight not to laugh at something one of your little darlings said/did? I'd love to know.