Odd Questions My Son Asks
byI get hit with questions I never expected a son to ask me.
I get hit with questions I never expected a son to ask me.
Our daughter was wearing a bike helmet and in executing the hug had managed to headbutt her mum.
“Where’d she get chocolate?” I stammered when Miss3 came running up to me with her face and hands covered in it.
Every now and then I see a glimpse of me coming out in the kids. Which is fine. Unless my wife sees it as well.
I’ve decided to start collecting some of my favourite replies on the BFLI Facebook page. Be warned, you might end up here on the blog
Don’t you love introducing your kids to older movies you’ve enjoyed?
There’s a premise in Needful Things which basically states the devil can buy your soul for a lot less than you might think.
“Daddy,” said Miss7, “can you buy me a treat at the shops?”
Who made this decision? Have they never watched Eurovision?
I don’t mind a little post-lights out natter, but there comes a time when two little girls need to sleep. And that time was fifteen minutes ago.
Why do my kids behave when they’re at their grandparent’s house but not when they’re in their own?
KIVA is an awesome way to help people to help themselves without stretching your own budget. Basically, you loan someone US$25 and they pay it back. At that point you can reloan the money to someone else or take it back.
My wife is currently on a mission. She’s losing weight. And occasionally her temper.
Floody photos from around my Facebook