One of the great things about being a parent - well, one of the great things about being a human being, this isn’t just restricted to those of us with sprogs, though they do act as a hell of a catalyst - is that you find yourself saying, or rather hearing yourself saying things, that, if you had but a couple of years before been told you would at some point say such a thing, you would have instantly dismissed the notion as an absurdity.
(I apologise for that last sentence. I have been reading too much Victorian literature recently and it has started to affect me most profoundly.)
Thus it was today, when seated at the dining table with my beloved wife and my two darling children, I heard myself utter the words:
“Holly, don’t put cheese in your belly-button.”
(I apologise for that last sentence. I have been reading too much Victorian literature recently and it has started to affect me most profoundly.)
Thus it was today, when seated at the dining table with my beloved wife and my two darling children, I heard myself utter the words:
“Holly, don’t put cheese in your belly-button.”
The rest of the weekend paled into insignifcance ...
1 comment:
My friend Jen talks about this... one of her's was "Sarah - don't do that...the cat doesn't need suncreen"
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