A Hint Of Things To Come…

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“Mummy! Mummy!” Miss3 screamed from the bathroom. “Mummeeeeeeeey!”

I knew Tracey was editing photos in the office so I stepped in to see what was happening.

“Not you, Daddy,” Miss3 told me. She was sitting on the loo. “I want Mummy.”

“Mummy is busy,” I told her.

“Oh,” she said. “Okay.”

So I left….

“Daddy! Daddy!” she screamed. “Daddeeeeeeey!”

I wasn’t even made it out of the bathroom.

“Yes?” I asked, poking my head back around the door.

“You want to look at my poo?” asked Miss3.

“No.”

“Look at my poo!”

I looked at her poo.

“Very nice,” I told her. “Good work.”

Then I left.

It was only when I heard the sound of water some fifteen minutes later I decided I should venture back into the bathroom.

“What’s going on in h-” I started, and then slid across the tiles saying, “shi-eeeeeeeeeet!” and  just managed to keep myself upright and unbroken by clutching the bath.

When I stopped sliding I looked at my daughter.

She was naked from the waist down and clutching a face cloth, with the soap pump conspicuously by her shoulder.

“I washing my bum with soap and water,” she told me.

So full points for cleanliness, but negative marks for, oh I don’t know, EVERYTHING ELSE!

I’m sure it’s going to go much better once I’m a full time stay at home dad. Only seven days to go. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

I guess we’ll know soon enough.

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 ~ raising a family on little more than laughs ~

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