Wilbur rang me the other day with a big ‘SURPRISE! I have bought you something’.! Oh oh oh – I was keen to open my ‘gift’. Would it be a housekeeper wrapped with a ribbon, or maybe a voucher for a whole day to myself swanning around the HotSprings, or heaven forbid……. a night away, just he and I.
Kid Wrangling. The only thing in this house that needs wrangling is your neck – oh sorry – I mean wringing.
Kid Wrangling, in case you are not aware, is a book aimed at parents dealing with babies, toddlers and pre-schoolers. Ummm. Last time I looked, I had run out of those particular types of ‘kid’. (surely he is not trying to tell me ‘something’).
I pointed it out to him that maybe, just maybe, he was oh… umm….. NINE YEARS late with the surprise. His response – “I thought it was just released – I thought you would like it…..” (in that cute sort of whiny look that he can give me!). I calmly opened the front flap of the book – FIRST EDITION – 2003.
Just in case you haven’t stumbled across my weekly wilbur-isms posts before (here they are), I am married to Wilbur. The Early Man of the 21st century. He’s a pretty good bloke, and luckily for him, the sperm he produces are ‘female’, resulting in four daughters.So, he is outnumbered five to one (even the dog has been desexed), and he has the uncanny knack of blurting out some ripper words! It’s my job to document them for years to come AND to let others have a good laugh!