Snot A Problem
byI was worried about sinus issues. It was much worse.
I was worried about sinus issues. It was much worse.
“Not that story,” Miss5 said when I suggested yet another from a way too big book of bedtime stories. I flicked a few pages to one about monkeys. It looked fantastic. Only a couple of dozen words a page.
“Dad! Dad! DAD!” came the collective screams from the kitchen. I shot off the bed and raced for the door. Several reasons for this outburst had automatically started channel surfing through my imagination – all of them involving, at best, an ambulance: none of them coming close to the real reason they were yelling.
If you’ve ever read one of my posts and then thought, ‘what the hell is Tracey doing letting him near her children’, you’re not alone. I have too.
It’s not just watching kids’ shows which can send you around the bend. Just listening to them while you do other stuff can be enough to drive you insane.
“You need to get dressed,” said Tracey. “I am dressed,” I told her. Tracey looked me over. A look of embarrassment at her faux pas failed to register on her face. “No, you’re not.”