I have just retuned from a four year old’s birthday party. It was very stressful. The Round Faced Boy was caught red-handed eating all of the cocktail sausages. There were supposed to be enough for ten children. They did not reckon on my boy.
Another boy pointed at my son, and said tearfully: “That boy ate all the sausages.” All eyes turned to the Round Faced Boy, who was doing a passable impersonation of Marlon Brando in “The Godfather”. Except that I don’t recall Marlon having the remnants of a chipolata poking out the side of his mouth.
Aside from that, everything went more or less according to plan. I was only vomited on once, which can be counted on as a blessing. I was partially to blame. Here is my op tip for all you expectant fathers out there: don’t throw your child in the air half a dozen times shortly after they have scoffed that many sausages. You are asking for trouble.
I am off to wash my shirt now.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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