Life with OurDad is just ridiculous!
Did he send me to my room for
A) Forgetting to clean my room.
B) Hitting the GirlChild when she messes up our PS2 Lego Star Wars games.
C) Tormenting the GirlChild in general.
D) Singing, just plain old singing.
And it wasn't even copyright protected, totally public domain lyrics. It's got a nice ring to it.
I don't believe in hum hums... I don't believe in hum hums...
Oh sure the GirlChild had to get OurDad into it. "Dad the BoyChild won't stop killing fairies." "Dad make him stop," she cried. I mean it she cried, she's such a girl some times.
Ok so maybe I was pestering my sister a bit, but was OurDad upset about that? NNNOOOOooooooo. We have been through this before see I Don’t Believe in... or It’s Just a Story
"Get to your room! We do not speak like that in this house, young man!" I could parade around the house shouting F this and F that; he'd be been so proud, but question the existence of fairies, and it's the old heave hoe.
Of course while in solitary I built three Lego star ships. Oh the horrors!
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A person has limits. My children are all in separate beds with orders not to return to the main floor until 3pm. We hosted a sleepover last night. 'Nuff said.
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