...You've missed naptime by ten minutes, and the Zombies have attacked the 100-Acre Wood...
|No, leave me. It's too late for Pooh... Go! Save the Butt Paste|
...You appreciate No. 2 Son for his optimism...
... but are there for the aftermath
|Ahem, Carry On...|
...You clean the patio windows to perfection, (sweating like a Zoomba dancer using illegal narcotics in the noon sun,) so the kids can use their new pack of Crayola Window Crayons… (I don’t make this stuff up, folks – well, except for the Zoomba dancer thing!)
You bring the kids to the new dinosaur exhibit at the Bishop Museum and the first words out of No. 1 Son, (who's since grounded until he is 40 - at least) are, "Look Papa, it's a Dinosaur Papa - he has no hair, too!"
|Earliest Known SIGGY :)|
No. 3 Son cries ‘cos he threw his pacifier under the couch (accompanied by the usual “Oh ohhhh…”)
No. 2 Son asks again for his soup, which you are cooking (while trying to move the couch.)
No. 1 Son wants to share something important (about ice melting) that’s really important – to him.
...You wander up the stairs, only to discover rumors that the 100 Acres Wood has been freed by Rebel Children are unsubstantiated.
|I smell like Pooh|
|I can't smell anything..|