Thu 18 November 2004 - What an evening
It was one of those almost-Vasectomy-on-the-morrow-inspiring evenings when one’s energy is sapped after facing too many hurdles, too many paternal challenges. Specifically, the regression of junior progeny to a point that I thought we’d all got past many years ago. I thought that was all over, gone, passed, accepted, signed-off. I thought I would never again have to face that magnitude of feculence in those sorts of locations again. Deposits on the person (straight after the nightly washing ritual) and then subsequent discovery of more on the underside of the rug. How did that happen? Evidently the comprehension and mastery of this area’s required skills wasn’t entirely completed to satisfaction previously, resulting in a hasty revision lesson and much laundering. And, in the cold light of day, continuing confusion as to how it got where it did. It is destined to remain a mystery.
November 18th, 2004 at 8:25am
Sounds like you were visited from those pernicious (sp?) twins “Not me” and “I dodn’t do it”. Perhaps some mysterys are better left unsolved.
November 18th, 2004 at 2:06pm
Daniel,
I have absolutely no idea what yuo are talking about (and I’m a parent)
November 18th, 2004 at 7:35pm
you lost me at feculence. (All though I think I got the jist of it)
Nights like that are the shits.
November 18th, 2004 at 8:41pm
Ahh… someone have a bit of an accident? No, it’s not a very pleasant way to spend an evening.