Tool
byLady luck has meant I needed to buy more tools for Tracey to hide.
Lady luck has meant I needed to buy more tools for Tracey to hide.
Now I’m the first to admit I own the ‘have a daddy look’ cliche: I can’t see the butter if it’s hiding at the front of the fridge under the cheese slices.
“I can’t find her!” she said, the worry in her voice increasing and engaging the interest of mine.
Please.
I was worried about sinus issues. It was much worse.
Miss5 was standing in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, doing little jumps up and down and holding onto her wee wee. I knew exactly what was coming…or so I thought.
I sense I might have been played….
“These are the rules,” I told my kids when we arrived at the park today. “Number one, have fun. Number two, do what I tell you. Number three, don’t leave the park.”
Then I remembered about Miss10 breaking her leg on one of the activities.
“I’m home!” I announced when I opened the balcony door and walked in this afternoon. Initially distracted by my wife’s awesome snogging, moments later I noticed Master7 under the dining table at the other end of the kitchen.