Common calls heard in our household:
"Mah-nees? Mah-nees??"
(Maisy the mouse)
"Ptomiss? Ptomiss??"
(Thomas the you-know-what)
"Par-tee? Par-tee??"
(see below....)
"Wee-gols? Wee-gols??"
(Some guys in bright coloured star trek outfits singing about vegetables, parties and random animals)
Branded. Consent is being manufactured. And I, good lefty dad, conscious of the complexity of the world, am resisting with vigour!
(apartfromstickingonthemaisyorwigglesdvdsandthethomastankenginesofaIboughtfromkmart)
Well, I have taught her to say "logo" and "trash", so hopefully she may at least learn to sort the dross from the ore...
Christmas Ohetry
-
*A frisky Christmas poem*
Twas the night before Christmas. Dad and Mum both felt frisky,
But the children were on high alert for the sleigh,
And doing the ...
15 hours ago
No comments:
Post a Comment