Here is Henry looking shifty.
I've now had two of those days, and there is no escaping the fact that it is going to be one of those weeks.
This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...
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How could they not?
I don't blame you. I would be on the floor, crying 'uncle'.
there must be an Olympics for parenting? I bet you have to run a marathon while carrying a sack of potatoes with one arm tied behind your back to qualify.
Send them back when they are in their twenties.