My eldest turns five tomorrow.
Bloody hell.
My duties in preparing for the “dance party” basically included:
- Tidy the fucking garage
- Put together music for party
So I was procrastinating on cleaning the fucking garage and decided to instead watch some music television to research what the kids these days are In To.
So this song called I kissed a girl (and I liked it) by this singer chick called Katy Perry came on.
So D-girl came into the room and said she liked that song, and could she have it for her party music.
I didn’t know what to say. So I told her to go ask her mother.
And while she was gone, I picked up the TV set and threw it out the window.
I never thought parenting would be this hard.
