The worst part about losing my keys was my 2 year old daughter approaching me while I was ranting about losing my keys. She smiled up at me and said: "Make a noise like daddy." She then continued in a rather whingeing tone: "Ooh ahhh where's ma keys. Where's my keys? Oooo eee."
She didn't even laugh. in her tiny mind this wasn't a joke but reportage. I am now the butt of a two year old's documentary. It is rubbish being Key Dyslexic.
Anyway, I had the last laugh over her. I forced her to make short bread biscuits today, under the clever ruse that it would be fun, messy and mildly educational. It may have bee, but I still got to eat most of the biscuits. I am a Machiavellian father.
And I am full of shortbread. It is good to be me.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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