Bad daddy
March 25th, 2008 Posted in KK
I am, I’ve been told, a Bad Dad to Kirsti.
I was recounting an amusing episode to Woman (Kirsti’s “mum”) when the accusation was levelled.
Whenever Kirsti leaves the house it’s her habit to mark/claim the Copen. I have no problem with that – I knew the car would be a pussy magnet, after all – but over the weekend Kirsti failed to take into account the Copen’s smooth curves and the layer of snow which was sitting on the bonnet.
Yep, as she whacked herself against the car (“subtlety” is an unfamiliar concept to this cat), she dislodged a sizeable chunk of snow which slid down and covered the unfortunate feline.
What makes me a Bad Dad, though, is the fact that this made me laugh like a drain.
March 25th, 2008 at 6:35 pm
Tsk, tsk, my dear man. You have merely modeled the life skill that every child ought to learn from their parental units: humor gets you through the rough shit. I give you a parenting award.
March 25th, 2008 at 6:40 pm
Drat! Shame you never got a photo!
April 4th, 2008 at 6:17 pm
I realise this is completely irrelevant to topic but I’m sure Lionel & Wuglums can relate to this: I found myself contemplating my age when, on the mention of ‘Barry’, I was greeted with not ‘Oh, Barry Island’ but ‘Oh, like in Gavin & Stacey’.