Building a wendy house

I don't know what's so complicated about house-building you know. MeWife and me built a wendy house for the children at the weekend. The amenities aren't great, true, but in terms of square-footage it's got to be up there with a one-bedroom flat in Pimlico. Mind you, the day-glo green walls may not be to everyone's taste.

Unexpected downsides to the construction process have unfortunately included accidentally teaching TotOne the phrase "Oh Bugger!" (Well you try being all po-faced and not giggling when it gets repeated the next day in passing). And of course there isn't exactly an erase memory button for those sorts of things.

Un-teaching them these words has its own problems, in that you wind up reinforcing the issue (and then giggling a bit more). So in the best traditions of my family motto ('anything for a quiet life'), TotOne has been told she can use the term when she's a grown up. I'm sure that will work