I'm upstairs in the office. Downstairs there is the sudden scampering of urgent feet heading into the bathroom. A few moments later I hear:
"Dad!"
I ignore it.
"Daaaad!"
I'm good at this. I ignore it again.
"Daaaaaaaaad!"
I give in.
"What?"
"I'm doing the horriblest poo ever! Get the air freshener..."
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Sunday, October 26, 2008
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2 comments:
I think your child is my dad.
LMAO!
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