“Where’s daddy?” I asked.
“Dare!” she said brightly, pointing at a younger and damn fine looking me. And in a suit to boot.
“And where’s mummy?” I asked.
She looked at the picture for a minute, a confused look crossing her face. I reckon I could hear the wheels turning – ‘Well clearly that’s not her. Is there someone behind them?’ Finally she saw it: she realized her Mummy was standing right beside me.
“Dare!” she said, ignoring the photo now and pointing at Tracey.
Way to cut your mother down when she’s nine months pregnant, Miss2. Mind you, my chuckling probably wouldn’t have helped matters either.
“That’s it,” said Tracey. “I’m getting contacts.”
Cause as every Superman fan knows, wearing glasses makes you completely unrecognizable. What I didn’t mention, because I know how pregnant she is and I’m not two, is how much better an argument this would have been if I hadn’t been wearing any myself.
When not typing away over here and checking his stats every two minutes Bruce Devereaux hangs out at his ‘BIG FAMILY little income’ Facebook Page.
’raising a family on little more than laughs’
