It’s Official, I’m Going To Hell


“Daddy said a bad word today,” Miss6 told Tracey as my wife was helping her step out of the bath.

“Oh, yes?” Tracey said, raising an eyebrow in my direction.


I’d been doing a fair bit of yard work over the weekend, cleaning up after we’d had a heap of trees cleared. I know there’d been swearing. The question was, which bits had she overheard.

Tracey looked at me. “Dare we ask?”

But Miss6 wasn’t waiting for permission. Before I could suggest we maybe don’t, she triumphantly blurted out, “You said hell!”

And my wife and I both breathed a sigh of relief.

“I can live with that,” I said to Tracey. To be honest, I couldn’t even remember saying it.

“Yeah,” Miss6 went on. “You said farkin hell.”

Ah, yes. Now I remembered.

This bombshell hit Tracey and I very differently. It was like my wife had been hit with a stun ray. Her mouth hung open and she’d frozen mid step.

Whereas I had a sudden burst of energy.

“If you need me, I’ll be in my trailer,” I said over my shoulder…

…and I got the hell out of there.


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When not over here, Bruce hangs out at his Big Family Little Income Facebook Page.

”Raising a family on little more than laughs.”


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  • My two year old turns to me the other day and informs me ‘mummys a bitch’ I was startled, he smiled cheekily and said ‘sorry’ with a kiss…

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