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.
Our first nights on the road again haven’t been without some ‘excitement’. By which I mean dramas. All part of the adventure, baby.
You know how we all have that friend who just seems to nail parenting? Well, I have a theory about that.
There’s swearing in this post. Mostly by me, but not all of it.
Let’s just say I briefly sounded like a Tarantino film.
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.
It’s not what you think.
I have made an important discovery.
“Holy Ship!” said Master9 whilst playing Awesomenauts on the Xbox with Miss10, Miss7 and me.
I paused the game and I turned to my son.
“What?” he said innocently.
“Daddy said a bad word today,” Miss6 told my wife as she helped her step out of the bath. Uh-oh.
This time it was Master7 who caught me out.
Coming home from a fun day of pony rides I missed the video shop and needed to turn the car around. As we did so we clearly startled a group of young people, who happened to be walking up the road.
“They said a swear word,” Master7 called out from the back seat.