I want that!

“I love that game!” Shouted Matthew. “Can I have it?” I glanced up at the TV, oh god not that one again. “We’ll see, Mo, we’ll see”.

Which as every parent knows, means no. 

You see Matthew, and Jessica and George, all like the look of  Doggie Doo, a game in which you win by picking up dog shit.

I know the manufacturer might argue that it teaches children to look after their pet in a responsible way, thus ensuring less mess out on the streets, and happy contented puppies, but it’s not going to be at the top of everyone’s ‘must have’ list of games this coming Christmas, is it? 

Mind you, I know I’m looking at this game in a very sensible, grown up way. Children, as we all know, can spend an hour laughing over the word ‘fart’, so what do I know?

I want that!

“I love that game!” Shouted Matthew. “Can I have it?” I glanced up at the TV, oh god not that one again. “We’ll see, Mo, we’ll see”.

Which as every parent knows, means no. 

You see Matthew, and to be fair Jessica and George, all like the look of  Doggie Doo, a game in which you win by picking up dog shit.

I know the manufacturer might argue that it teaches children to look after their pet in a responsible way, thus ensuring less mess out on the streets, and happy contented puppies, but it’s not going to be at the top of everyone’s ‘must have’ list of games this coming Christmas, is it? 

Mind you, I know I’m looking at this game in a very sensible, grown up way. Children, as we all know, can spend an hour laughing over the word ‘fart’, so what do I know?

“Here’s a picture of you Daddy….”

Jessica told me to close my eyes, “you can’t look at my drawing yet dad, it’s a surprise”. I did as instructed, nearly taking my hip out on an errant chair pulled out from the dining table, and shuffled awkwardly from the dining room. A few minutes later Jessica proudly walked into the kitchen and announced “you can open your eyes now!”, having done so already so as not to have burnt the house down whilst cooking dinner, I turned round and dramatically opened my eyes. “Here’s a picture of you daddy!” She proudly exclaimed. I prepared myself to fuss and praise the masterpiece before me….

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“Oh.” I stammered, “that’s……lovely sweetheart. Thank you” she smiled up at me and crushed any lingering doubt I may have that this was a ‘caricature’ of me, “this is the way I see you daddy”, and then “because sometimes, you can be a little grumpy”.

Gee. Thanks Jessica.

Heart Stopping.

Many of you will have seen the incredible pictures taken by Tim Holmes of his wife and grandchildren sheltering in the water, as fire consumed everything around them, and marvelled at their bravery in the face of such unimaginable terror. Today I read what Bonnie Walker, the children’s mother, had told reporters when asked about how she’d waited for news of her family as the fires burned their town to the ground;

We just waited by the phone. We received a message at 3.30pm to say that mum and dad had evacuated, that they were surrounded by fire, and could we pray. So I braced myself to lose my children and my parents

I’m not ashamed to say that reading that brought a lump to my throat, how she must have felt as she waited for news of their safety, desperately trying not to think of all the worst case scenarios, one can only imagine.

That they all ended up reunited, gives this story a happy ending. Let’s hope that all the people suffering through the fires in Australia are equally as lucky.