On Teaching Kids The Finger
byIt’s not what you think.
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
It’s not what you think.
I suspect Tracey thinks I should do more….
“Dad!” came the call from the lounge room. It was Master10. I’d heard him yelling out for his mum for a bit and it seems he’d finally realized she was out shopping.
While bathing Miss3 tonight I had the pleasure of listening to a conversation between Tracey and Miss5.
This list is in no way a complaint. Any chance I have of enjoying sex in the near future depends on me making that point perfectly clear.
Sex, sex, sex, sex – it’s my favourite four letter word.
“I’m going to school tomorrow,” Master10 announced tonight. He’d been home for two days with stabbing pains in the stomach which even had us at the hospital at one point.
How can two groups of people hear the same nine words and take away completely different meanings? Easy, when one group is made up of my children.
The final stage in that all important milestone – kids wiping their own bums.
You know that thing where it’s all going so well you really hope someone is watching and then your kids step in and change that?
The funnest game in the world…according to my kids. And Tracey.
I thought reading was supposed to be good for kids!
Short and sweet. Well, maybe not so sweet.
The complaints have been coming thick and fast lately in the Devereaux household lately regarding homework.
Our youngest was lying between us, playing peek-a-boo with her Mum. Which was great for me. But then Tracey decided I should be involved…