Pardon My French
byWow. So much wow. Wow for the boat ride. Wow for the dad joke banter of the captain and his crewmate. Wow for the seal colony. Wow for that seal colony smell. And wow for seeing my kids finally silenced.
Wow. So much wow. Wow for the boat ride. Wow for the dad joke banter of the captain and his crewmate. Wow for the seal colony. Wow for that seal colony smell. And wow for seeing my kids finally silenced.
Driving back from Brisbane on Saturday, something wonderful happened. And no, it didn’t involve Pokemon Go.
Now I confess I haven’t been involved in a school choir for some thirty five years, but I’m pretty sure things haven’t changed so much in that time they’re belting out Eminem numbers.
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.
Think you’ve got it tough raising your kids? Spare a thought for a friend of ours who, thanks to her tradie husband, is raising a right little ocker.