Anyone who remembers fondly, as I do, the sit-com "Father Ted" will know that Father Jack Hackett was a man of few words. Mostly "feck!", "girls!" and "drink!", shouted loudly and excitedly at short intervals.
I was reminded of Father Jack when Oliver arrived home last Friday evening with Hayley in the car, accompanied by a new trike (pictured below) and also some fish and chips for dinner! As I carried him from the car he shouted "Bike!", "Chips!", "Fish!", and then "Bike!" again... This continued until I had strapped him into his high chair (much as might have been done to Jack himself).
Better keep that whisky on the high shelf for a good few years longer.
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2 comments:
Best keep her away from the Toilet Duck.
nah, let Oliver have the whiskey now. You can get some sleep and teething will never be a problem.
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