Butter Fingers
by“What’s wrong with you?” Tracey asked young Master8 earlier this week.
He was grumpy. He had his sad face on. He was short with everyone. He wasn’t dishing out the love.
“What’s wrong with you?” Tracey asked young Master8 earlier this week.
He was grumpy. He had his sad face on. He was short with everyone. He wasn’t dishing out the love.
“That is exhausting!” said Master21, shaking his head as he came into the kitchen. I know that look. He’d been helping the kids with homework.
“I give up! I quit!” Tracey said as she stomped through the kitchen.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, looking up from my book and hoping like hell it wasn’t me.
“That’s am-aaaay-zing!” is something which has come out of the blue into my vernacular lately. But where the hell did I get it??
Kids inevitably need to go the moment you’re lined up at a supermarket checkout or the bride is walking down the aisle or the waitress is bringing dinner to the table.
“Tough titties,” Tracey called over her shoulder to the kids in the back. “I love titties,” said Master8. The whole conversation kind of went downhill from there.
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A married man’s guide.
You’d be surprised what kids can pick up playing computer games.
Clippers and scissors are to my wife what hammers and screwdrivers are to me. Last time she attempted to cut hair Master8 took on the physical characteristics of a Dr Seuss character.
I could have put it off indefinitely and simply moved on to other things which have been happening in and around the house, but I couldn’t until I got this out: I felt very strongly I needed to lay some words down and pay a tribute of sorts to a very dear member of this family who passed away earlier in the week – Great Grandma Mac.
Is there anything sweeter than a treat your siblings aren’t privy to? It’s a secret joy for as long as the sugar lasts.
“Seabream, surimi, sole and snapper,” I mumbled to myself. It was one of four ‘New Broths’ advertised in a Woman’s Weekly from a year ago. “They sound interesting.” Tracey thought so too. Only in a different way to me.
“I spy with my little eye something beginning with……S!” said Master8. The answer was shed, the doors of which were the only thing visible through the front windscreen. We hadn’t left yet.
To give you an idea of just how little we know about football, we were watching the recent Roosters vs the Knights game and the clock stood at 5.21 before the kids and I worked out for sure which team was which.