Double Jeopardy
by“What do you think you’re doing!?” I said as I entered the kitchen, and Miss4 nearly jumped out of her skin. Our second youngest had just been caught drawing in felt pen on the cupboard doors.
“What do you think you’re doing!?” I said as I entered the kitchen, and Miss4 nearly jumped out of her skin. Our second youngest had just been caught drawing in felt pen on the cupboard doors.
The first time I made them I was really only trying to impress Tracey and I didn’t take into account my kids would devour them eagerly as well, so unfortunately I ended up eating baked beans for dinner. Is there a greater measure than this?
I needed sleep.
I’d been tossing and turning for hours, a half dozen thoughts continuously projected onto the inside of my forehead while my brain chatted incessantly over each and every scene. Eventually I decided I needed help turning the projector off.
It’s not just watching kids’ shows which can send you around the bend. Just listening to them while you do other stuff can be enough to drive you insane.
I opened just one eye and waited grumpily for it to focus. I do this one eye thing to trick my brain into thinking it’s not awake yet. Pretty sad when you’re well aware how dumb your own brain is.
These are not for everyone. Judging by the reactions of the members of this family only one in seven people find the idea of eating lambs brains tenable. And even amongst us who love to eat them, I think there’s a real drop off in numbers of those who are prepared to make the dish.
Here’s our monthly Kiva plug!
Our family loves this organisation, which helps people all over the world improve their standard of living by providing small loans: small loans which traditional lending institutions, for one reason or another, wouldn’t bother with.
I expect the CIA, FBI, MI5 or some other secret organization will be breaking down my door this week seeking to confiscate all my research papers, because I’ve inadvertently discovered a way to wipe kids minds, just like that flashy pen in Men In Black.
I pointed at the screen. The email read:
I am a reality tv casting director and would like to talk to you.
“I can’t hold any longer,” whined Miss6. She had bits crossed and others clenched and was hopping around the kitchen. “I need to go to the toilet.”
As parents, we always try to help our kids through situations they aren’t comfortable in. Although eager to help, I am notoriously bad at this.
“Are you sure this movie is suitable for the kids?” my wife asked me with more than a hint of skepticism in her voice. It wasn’t the first time she’d asked, nor was it the second. Or third.
The trouble with being the only boy in a house full of girls is you can’t get away from all the girly stuff, and you end up being way too familiar with things like Barbie and Tinkerbell.
“I love these!” Miss4 said while we were making them with Grandma.
“No, you don’t,” I assured her.
Not that she’ll ever know one way to the other.
I Spy is a great game with kids because it’s so easy and it can be played anywhere. As a friend of mine recently found out….