Imagine, you're walking along with a pushchair, on the way home from the school run, and your 4-year-old, having presented elated babble on the essential elements of playdough fighting, bounds ahead of you along the pavement, whooping like a cowboy. Magic Parental Vision homes in on oncoming curb, and with it hideous images of little Diggory the Road-Kill Pizza. So, pace and heart rate stepping up a notch, you call "Watch out for the road. Don't step into that road! D'you hear me, DON'TGONEARTHATROADLAD!" and as your pitch raises in desperation, little Diggory skids to a halt at the roadside laughing hysterically. Catching your heart behind your teeth, you grasp your little soldier by the arm, and slapping a metronome across his legs, yell hard enough to shake the leaves above your head, "Don't You Ever, Ever Do That Again!"
A quivering Diggory sticks to you like a well-rubbed balloon until you reach your yard.
And tomorrow, when you yell ahead to warn him...
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Just a thought - Isn't it odd how everyone looks dodgy when you've got £500 in your pocket?
Friday, March 25, 2005
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