Childrens Personalised Books

Picked up the 7 yr old from school on the Friday, and was greeted with the words- every parent dreads to hear, “I’m star of the week and I’ve got Buster to bring home”- OH NO!!!  As my heart quickened and sweat broke out on my forehead, I reached for the 4 yr old standing next to me’s inhaler , didn’t need it but  I thought it may help the sudden constriction in my chest. Buster the school stuffed dog is special, he’s awarded to the gifted ones, he comes with his ‘own apparel’ and he gives me the evil eye!!
So now we have the dog we have to entertain him all weekend and of course document his every move in ‘the diary!. “So let’s have look what Busters been up to with the other kids, shall we”, says the Old Man lightly.
‘Buster goes to the Star Wars premier,
Buster goes on the Eastenders set,
Buster goes to Tiffanys to choose Mummy’s birthday diamonds.’
I think the Old Man got to page 6 before he went for a lie down. As you have probably gathered by now the 7yr old’s school is filled with ‘showbiz luvvies’. No point trying to compete- so we did our thing. It was football tournament weekend, so Buster got to ride in the dilapidated mini-bus with a whole crew of 10 and 11 yr olds. Got to sit in the kit  bag, under the gazebo amongst 45 people hiding from the torrential downpour. Felt the force of the strikers boots as he shot him into the goal (we opted to leave that out of the photo gallery!!) and to top off Busters weekend with ‘the normals’, Buster with his Mcd’s Happy meal.
As we took Buster back on Monday morning,  we were confident in the knowledge that if buster could talk we know where he would rather spend his weekends- well until the next time when he was flown on the private plane to Monte Carlo to whizz round on a jet ski!!