Avoiding The Snip
bySome loud bangs in the kitchen alerted me to the fact my wife was looking for something.
Some loud bangs in the kitchen alerted me to the fact my wife was looking for something.
The final stage in that all important milestone – kids wiping their own bums.
I keep telling myself letting young kids do things for themselves is a good idea. In the long run.
With my lovely wife away this afternoon shooting a wedding and not due home until around 8pm I was determined she should come home to children fed, bathed and in bed. My enthusiasm knows no sense.
“I won’t be long,” Tracey said. I was just pleased she was going to the shops instead of me. Usually I get to run the crappy errands like this – mainly, I think, because she feels she’s better at looking after the kids.
“Urrrk,” said Tracey as she walked out of the bathroom. “Urrrrk gak uuurrk.”
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked Tracey as Miss1 tottled past her towards the lounge room.
“Gawwwk!”
I know this sound.
Like me, my friend Jane also lived a while at Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast.
Unlike me, she actually went in the surf when she went to the beach.
Unlike me, she also caused a revolution in skin safe awareness. Well, kinda….
“Knee butter!” screamed Miss2 for the umpteenth time. It was 5.00am and we’d been at this for nearly half an hour. I was seriously regretting not pretending to be asleep when she stumbled into our room so my wife could have got up and sorted this out.