A Girl Thing
by“Someone in there?” asked Master24, tapping on the door of the bathroom. Close.
“Someone in there?” asked Master24, tapping on the door of the bathroom. Close.
It turns out Easter is the busiest time of the year to go driving.
I’m rarely surprised in this house but tonight I witnessed something I think there is no a precedent for – my wife giving one of our kids a snack before dinner.
“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.
Not many men have gone this close to making a truly fatal mistake and lived to tell the tale…
“How are you enjoying being a stay at home dad?” Tracey asked me. From her expression I could tell there was something going on: Something I was missing: Something which was my fault.
“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.